Divining Truth

I'm a slave  
To your martyring wisdom,
Stuck in this world,  
In need of direction

I'm on a path...  
A road going no where,
At every turn, asking:  
"How did I get here?"

I found my chains  
in the River of Time,
Divining truth with

This discernment of Light,

Upon the banks of
the restless river: Time,
...we found ourselves,
...we taught our young,
...we claimed a name
                 to carry on; 

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