Whispers wind in from the darkness
That have founded universes.
Seeking for a soul to hear
As a presence draws us near.
Contemplate them for their reason,
Fabricating them in season,
Discarding all our notions
While regarding those in motion.
Onward now our species flows
As wayward thoughts that no one knows,
Becoming ghosts within our minds,
As whispers now the dark unwind.
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