Come evening --

come
beside of every aspect
of structure and
of order
that was...
beget, conjured, and
feigned
by the day.

Their order, that would mean.
And Their law. --
And Yours? Not quite. But regardless:
This is the order that will stand.

No, (in any which way it should stand or lay)
you will
not
break it.
-- But obey? Not either.

Startle not! for withal --
You shall
make your way.
And that is what you'll do.

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Then, you ask --
whence, how,
and in which way?
Tell me! -- And I will.

Like the rhyme of a lore,
or the words of a fable,
I say... that, steadily

...accross the valley past
the mountains, past the
fountains, and past the springs,
past the meadows, and
lakes,
and woods --

not lingering,
not tarrying,
not stopping:

you shall run --

run, and sauntering not,
you shall run 'till you've found
your shade,
run 'till you've found
your silence,
run 'till you've found
what is yours through its nature.

And see -- around you
things will thrive,
and join your purpose:

What once was an evening
will now turn to night, and
cast its darkness on everything around.

Then, with fire your shade will be lit.
Then, with songs your silence turned into tones.

And whom you desire, will be there with you.
And whom you don't -- will not.

Verily, not Good, nor Evil
will touch you thence -
And that is what you will call Your Own.

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