Dear Earth & Kin,
My most devoted apologies belong to you, & for the sake of the marked memories that your children bare today.
For all-time this steady beat of your spirit has given reason to celibrate the bitter-sweet pulse for species infinite.
My heart sinks in the thought that i did bring a sour note into your natural ensemble. The symphony we dance to.
It was I who shouted against the clamor of my enemies,
my neighbors, my own kin, flesh & blood. I was dreaming.
Mysterious as the origin of Origin itself, i could not look away.
Fascinating as fire, it truly confounds the mind and betrays the heart.
This deep ache that is called mystery & confusion damns me to a stupor & leaves me with an unbearable nostalgia.
Is such an ache a thing to keep & have? Power & Freewill to quench the solitude.
My ache is my regret. That i am the strike of the war drum.
The task of your legacy suffers to ring true a perfect measure from notes of sorrow. Forgive my transient disbelief.
Oh Eureka! Now i see,
Baffled perplexity two fold at least!
It was I, traveling on holy pilgrimage, who climbed to Olympus with the vow to set it ablaze.
It was my fate, sealed within a sweet shadow-jealousy, to behold.
A reflection of a reflection infinite.
This ruckus. A clamor of selfish-will & chaos,
It echoes in my heart as a thunder storm to a tiny brook.
Only was it when i did bathe in the flames of your mysterious temple did i see such beauty spring.
I knew not that i loved you all.
Plummeting forever forward,
Your child of the clamor,
-Eves Adam
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