Burdens Borne Anonymous Burdens born of earth and mud No different from immortal rays? Cast out by some obscure source Deep in the primordial mist Clouding round the dimming light Still yet as bright as in garden days But receding down the winding path As congregants march to find a fate The stones are worn by shuffling feet These curious gawkers drink deeply here Of our little brook, this muddy creek And praise it as a boundless sea “Trials, tumults, oh this tempest’s sea! Reaching, Grasping, but to embrace The rocky shore but to find some means To bind, to measure, oh but to finally fix!” It laps along to the foot of the perch Where the players and propmakers meet To give them some glimpse of beauty yet While still, that faint archaic light emits But that I could tell shadow and mist A whirlwind from a will o the wisp Olympian chains of highest duty from Burdens born of earth and mud
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