Turning Point

Time is perceived as a precious commodity;

Uniting past and present, becomes a goal.

Never without a challenge, the lone seeker,

Nor without controversy, as he blends the years,

Expending every effort, to create a makeshift whole,

Longing for harmony, patching memories together.

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Vincit omnia veritas,* blossoms into a new beginning,

Instilling peripheral vision, diminishing myopia;

Serendipitously, all  appears to be in focus in life.

Inherently, each day may only grant limited insight;

Omniscience is reserved for the primum movens,

Necessitating our spinning around the axis mundi.

*truth conquers all things