| Mark | Three hundred year old maps on my wall | |
| Mark | Showing me pasts that never existed | |
| cwg | a journey in the minds eye may be longer than existance | |
| burr | Such a journey has surely persisted. | |
| burr | A three hundred day old map in my hand | |
| mark | Crisscrossed with creases, coffee and stains | |
| cwg | Once known with emphatic precision | |
| cwg | Faint visions of grandeur aspire to emprise | |
| cwg | Now another's duty to destiny foretold by whom | |
| cwg | Blearily gaze 'twixt twilight, eternity and grog to bide | |
| cwg | A three hundred year old map in my gaze | |
| Celeste | Holds a future untoward | |
| Averted, if by grace | ||
| mcj | I think I ate my shoelace. | |
| cwg | merily troden by faith of being | |
| cwg | With gaze upon troden ground | |
| cwg | Once glanced upon midnight skeis | |
| cwg | Once Been, Here Now, Nor Fortold | |
| cwg | Greatness of Magesty may be | |
| cwg | But visions of troden trials | |
| cwg | Once, then twice, then what? but more... | |
| cwg | Again a fleeting glance upon the midnight sky | |
| cwg | But what faith brings this Vision to bear? | |
| cwg | A map of eternity. Is this fortold? | |
| cwg | Tis three hundred, tis thee thousand, tis more? | |
| cwg | A three hundred year old map in my mind | |
| cwg | Burdon of being bear heavinly fruit | |
| From whence thou cosmist thy surly belong | ||
| Not now, but why be reality foretold | ||
| Butdens born merely conatus depredate... | ||
| Thunder born of great distress bears fruit | ||
| Once past the unbearable thirst... | ||
| Hast teston foretold least riven mere nekton once nor... | ||
| Views of seas peaceful and calm | ||
| Foretold nor addled may been measured | ||
| But being now viewed as sun to be... | ||
| Bight days, not nights of blighted being | ||
| Withstanding durations of mighty bearing | ||
| Hast one viewed a map of being foretold... | ||
| Once visions of being hath become... | ||
| Looking at a map on the wall...least foretold | ||
| cwg | Three hundred years of being oncetold | |
| cwg | Bright visions of being foretold | |
| One's vision of early memory light | ||
| Tis now nor fortold | ||
| for one's being tis not fortold | ||
| Everlasting hast been | ||
| Now fortold... | ||
| To be...but hear...be there more??? | ||
| One's vision...three hundred years past... | ||
| Future foretold... | ||
| A map tis a vision not more... | ||
| But waite tis more? | ||
| One's vision, tis, but what... | ||
| Once found...but lost... | ||
| To be found once more... | ||
| Now once been...but fortold | ||
| To be...hear now...be there more? | ||
| One's vision...three hundred years... now, nor past... | ||
| Futures fortold...maps...visions...recent...distant | ||
| Tis merilly once foretold | ||
| Now risings of sun...Brightness of being | ||
| Gleming visions of being now told | ||
| Once been hath..but what? | ||
| CWG | ||
| CWG | Three Hundred Years of being, maps now told | |
| CWG | Holdes a future untoward | |
| Averted, if by gace | ||
| trecks of faith bear but what | ||
| Decks of wood, pitch with fraught | ||
| Rising suns naught to see | ||
| Burdens born wince father espy | ||
| Aft not more winst thou been | ||
| For to be is fortold | ||
| Visions of suns, to see | ||
| Upon naught, but beaches viewed | ||
| Wince thou been, reaches out | ||
| For what vision be one tasked | ||
| Hast thou been once fortold... | ||
| But what where thou be viewed | ||
| If naught once but trice then whence | ||
| there but been wooden decks | ||
| pitched upon forboden seas | ||
| Even now one might be | ||
| Driven down by visions seen | ||
| But for skies viewed once more | ||
| There tis naught stars to buide | ||
| Over seas pitched with fright | ||
| Ever inward driven more | ||
| One hast but to bear | ||
| Burdens great with imagined might | ||
| Whence seas of calm bear but notions of naught | ||
| Three hundred years of burdens born | ||
| Of maps now have been fortold | ||
| Creased with being not withheld | ||
| Seas of distant ports now told | ||
| By means of stars guided bright | ||
| Maps of skies be Mithers or whim. | ||
| Guided by great visions born | ||
| There be but one gnome to rise above | ||
| Once there been wooden decks to be | ||
| Skies hath born creatures of seas | ||
| Fear reaches bout but not found | ||
| Fear reaches bout but not found | ||
| For one's time is measured but why | ||
| Be there more, one hast yet to see | ||
| Rise above the troden path | ||
| Yet to see creased paths once more. | ||
| Now but what, one's vision found. | ||
| Three Hundred Years naught but being. Three Three Hundred Y | ||
| One's now found seen but where? | ||
| CWG | Seconds, minutes, hours, days, years hath been | |
| One's measure not withheld | ||
| seas fraught with able myth | ||
| Now seen, behold there be but where | ||
| Able to withstand but what | ||
| One's vision is now but blurred | ||
| One within is not to be | ||
| Without vision of prophet seen | ||
| Heaving seas give way | ||
| Mighty waves, visions to be not seen | ||
| Look upon midnight skies | ||
| From solid decks of workman's fright | ||
| Least one's measure not be one's might | ||
| Greatness once found, crowned but when | ||
| Sparkled skies of vision's wealth | ||
| Hath been naught but sweets foretold | ||
| Broken bodies hath foretoled | ||
| One's worth naught but salvaged soul | ||
| Risings might wealth once hath been | ||
| Measured gratitude humble hold | ||
| Bent upon scorned knees of toil | ||
| Vision upon midnight skies beg but what | ||
| CWG | Three hundred years of burdens borne | |
| Wrinkled within not withheld | ||
| Hath one is, but what to be | ||
| Vision being tis not more | ||
| Once found is lost not been told | ||
| For dreg found is not withheld | ||
| Distance wrought for fears might have | ||
| Simple being gone but sure | ||
| Found one's stranger being within | ||
| CWG | Three hundred years of wrinkled being not told | |
| CWG | Wreak one of able being for now hast been | |
| Thence naught of vision withheld | ||
| Known form of one's formed brow | ||
| Given upon signs of known doubt | ||
| Look now upon mountainnous directions | ||
| Known but what for whom | ||
| Another for when denied not known | ||
| Rise above look high, with eyes far seen | ||
| Now one's being questioned by whom | ||
| Worth is seen, is known, is felt, or not | ||
| Being is now, when there is here | ||
| When we be us, nor they be them | ||
| Look upon trails of height | ||
| Now a bent body felt by whom | ||
| Broken determination, not know by when | ||
| Able knowledge destined to search | ||
| Whence what known, not found | ||
| Climb upon social image | ||
| Once upon bent knee | ||
| Thy head lift with able knowledge | ||
| Mount thee mighty step of wisp | ||
| No able being of worthless sort | ||
| Known by few but by more | ||
| Known by few but by more | ||
| Three hundred years of being what more | ||
| cpr | More of the world than I'll ever see | |
| cpr | And yet imagine what lies before me | |
| mcj | Unless it is obvious, like a tree | |
| cwg | with limbs streached beyond what's known to be |
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