At the table
Drawn by the current,
ever circling the eternal: time,
chasing our prospects we forget:
union isn't won.
You feel a fool,
reaching, but whither?
Keep still, from your belief
you've sprung.
He is,
verily: He is!
and so are we
in the center of ol' time.
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