Chronicle
So it's off to omega I go and as future events I traverse, it's a comforting thing just to know, in the end I'll come back in reverse. My personal universe lives as a chronicle written in rhyme filled with hints that my subconscious gives of my previous travels through time. As I travel time's infinite scope I'm aware that my passage is paid with the tangible substance of hope from which all human wishes are made. ~Dean Neighbors~ |
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