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The Humbled Heart

Go your seeking, soul.
Mine the proven path of time’s foretelling.  
Yours accordance with some mysteried whole.  
I am but your passion—haunted dwelling.
 
Bring what news you can,
Stranger, loved of body’s humbled heart.  
Say one whispered word to mortal man  
From that peace whereof he claims you part.
 
Hither—hence, my guest,
Blood and bone befriend, where you abide  
Till withdrawn to share some timeless quest.  
I am but the brain that dreamed and died.
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