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Life recollected - the period of cosmography
anselmo_b
anselmo_b
Life recollected
As we sped past the banks on fragile coracles,
we yearned to join the scenes thereon unfolding,
but currents, as obscure and stern as oracles,
were stronger than our will to flee their molding.

The silken veil, behind which truth was hidden,
could not be rent by sword, nor could be lifted
by hand nor thought of those who did or didn’t
aspire to be among the truly gifted.

We loved and hurt, we buried and we raised,
we gave and took, recalled and we forgot,
we lost and found, forgave and built and razed,
we shared our lot. Some moved the world some not.

All ends, though not resolved, beneath old skies,
all pass beyond who can undo the ties.
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anselmo_b From: anselmo_b Date: April 14th, 2007 02:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
I made some changes following the comments of a dear friend. The original used to read:

As we sped past the banks on fragile coracles,
we yearned to join the scenes thereon unfolding,
but currents as obscure and stern as oracles,
prevented our attempts to flee their molding.

The silken veil behind which truth was hidden,
Could not be rent by sword, nor could be lifted,
by hand nor thought of those who did or didn’t,
presume to be among the truly gifted.

We loved, and hurt, we buried, and we raised,
we gave, and took, recalled, and we forgot,
we lost, and found, forgave, and built, and razed,
we shared our lot. Some moved the world some not.

All stayed behind yet nothing was resolved,
We passed beyond, but those who stayed involved.
anselmo_b From: anselmo_b Date: April 16th, 2007 01:27 am (UTC) (Link)
This was it before the second revision

As we sped past the banks on fragile coracles,
we yearned to join the scenes thereon unfolding,
but currents, as obscure and stern as oracles,
prevented our attempts to flee their molding.

The silken veil, behind which truth was hidden,
could not be rent by sword, nor could be lifted
by hand nor thought of those who did or didn’t
presume to be among the truly gifted.

We loved and hurt, we buried and we raised,
we gave and took, recalled and we forgot,
we lost and found, forgave and built and razed,
we shared our lot. Some moved the world some not.

All ends, though not resolved, beneath old skies,
all pass beyond who can break up the ties.
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