Ephemeris of Time
Lays on the mountain
Like clouds lay gently
On the shoulders of Aspens
My brothers live here
for generations Far
beyond recorded history
These aEons of Life
In an unknown world
Bringing to bear the
Afterlife of kindness
In light of and Before
such chaos
And yet
As donned the mask
Of mans gold destiny the
Same Floating bergs of ice
These white crystals
Carried me to shore
In their arms the very
Footprints made, left by
Our mention to the sea
The soft spoke whisper
Of ancient deities found
Naked, contentious as
A mirror of human folly
© Thespian Drummer
Thespian Drummer 
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