A Miscellany 165
by: Wayne Nixon
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From the fires of creation to the cold void of death,
amongst the space in which the threads are woven.
IS there an unseen force in the land of mortals,
denied by many its truth unspoken?
Where comprehension is beyond human experience,
removed from analytical self.
Refusing and fulfilling without discrimination,
no rhyme or reason it seeks not wealth
Blessed am I for I do not court it,
giving credence to a force that does not care.
Goodness and evil comes from within us,
I know for I have found there.