Life kept seeking optimal solutions
arising through darkness
a light in the night
subsurface remedies reaching the day
While everywhere death is degenerately abundant
flinging destruction like waves of lava
inexorably surging forward
providing heat for those roasting marshmallows
Golden rations of golden boughs
Anaximandering chords of creation
recombinant plasmas
parameters of probabilities
Prime movement motion to meaning
fullness like filaments of reason
flickering with a wind
winding up lines in pyroclastic patterns
Still the course sought is not
without dreaming, easily brought
into realms of being becoming
aggregate, solidified paths
The light one sees in the darkness
in the most bleak nights
is a Word surpassing time
with whispers to the heart.
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