World ours Daedalian
makes me bewildered.
‘Who’s the controller?β
stays now unanswered.
I but conjecture.
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What is forgotten
canβt be messengered;
And the patroller
canβt be endangered.
Time to surrender.
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Nature begotten
is now sepulchered;
But the creator
bides quite unbothered,
eyes the disorder.
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Lifeβs an occasion
where youβre enamoured
of your demeanour.
Deathβs not remembered;
That I discover.
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Where is our creator,
our supreme expressor?
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