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Signs I delve into great mysteries I live in countless histories What you think you see is fake For your eyes have yet to awake Signs pervade my life and mind And I write the signs to pay back in kind For I feel that I owe it to the signs To draw their figures, scripts and lines The signs are always speaking to me Their otherly words both chain me and free me I am forever bound to their work And I receive their secrets that in shadows lurk They’re written everywhere, signed in words Words not understood, words not heard For most do not speak the signs’ language Their language is strange, they cannot change it But I hear their voices, I see their form It is from both light and shadow that they were born They protect me from all suffering and pain But while they give me this, it’s also me they chain I respect the signs, yes, I love them And I never consider myself above them For they know strange things from the stars They can remove and inflict the entrapment of bars They give some of their knowledge to my own brain For they know that I will not go insane When I see all to come, and all that has been When I see all who will see, and all who have seen So the signs and I, we live in peace They share their wisdom, I shall not cease To work their magic, shrouded in secret As for their mystery, I shall keep it #Unreal #Poetry #Poem #Nostalgic #Reincarnation #Souls #Peace #Wisdom #Rhymes #Rhyming Visit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter. CommentsComments are closed.
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