A voice upon the wind
with high conotations
and low rumblings
from deep inside
the infinitesimal vortex
a face we all know doth emerge
connection to the soul
the one that makes us one
here
the jokster waves it's ribbons
which rest amongst branches
and the void beckons
to they who have no path
here lies fate
one for one
and none with none
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