Do you and I go to cursing randomness
Augh! the sight of willing hearts and decorous smiles
Proceeding through the years to mirror souls in trials
Beginning like the play of pups, intense
As from their little eggs birds sing contentedness
The young begin and end their day complete
Open and generous in mind and spirit
Impediments are only pebbles, these brave toddling edifices
Of he who goes into the Night of Giants
Bold with language, legs and bright contempts
For crippled History in all its hoary dilemmas
Believing events discrete and not triangle
Fear, Expectation, Love, these truth condemn
All be transformed by the consolation of wisdoms
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