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From high above the earth,

My anger vents it's birth,

Ageless far below 

The people sing and toil aloud.

From dawn to dusk all alone, 

The owl waits for darkness all around;

Waiting to seize, destroy and capture. 

Not yet forgotten awhile I'll sit 

To think on my resentment,

Battles long forgotten in a way 

Others left to end themselves some day.

Six and twenty years I sat on this fence,

No place to go hence 

For I felt no desire to leave a good thought,

I sought not but became a stranger.

I looked out to find rain, 

But there stood a desert 

One large enough to cover 

A land wrought of gold,

So large an expanse 

It could not be measured

Were it tried by all beings.

My life I spent waiting 

Not finding an answer;

To all the corners of earth

I looked in defeat.

Then came a day so radiantly 

Clear!

The formula to my distress,

A riddle undone!

But for you it's just begun.

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