Humanity & Effigies

Once, there was a handful plus
a Furtive Pygmy, poor thing –
   Brave as they were

As the Pygmy thought they were kind,
Broke off from the Dark Soul,
And we became alive, sentient
   Dreamers

Bearing the sign, the one you’ve
Heard of, perhaps your very
   Pulse

The symbol of constant coveting,
An unexplainable urge for the
Intangible, but you are in fact
the Chosen, if you will to
Forego rational, in the
Trees, wide eyed, just our
   Bare roots

The Chosen Undead, push
Forward and prove there
Is no end, no final enlightenment
And that is the very point!

Journey.

After all, once you ring
the Bells of Awakening
The trek finally starts

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