Which man would nor retrace his steps his days his life ?
His journey unique
He walks alone but tangled up with others as bracken underfoot complicates his progress
A primitive forest virginal to all
No reverse path gilded with wisdom exists
Singularities converge yet all are common
The same river disgorges us dragged downstream governed by the gravity of fate
We are drowned in our destinies foreshadowed by light then dark
Washed clean as a slate
Then embryonic all hope is born
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