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Another chance to start anew,

another bookmark

to remember a moment in time,

another clean page

to taunt the scale of my ambition.



Another place to meet and share,

another forum

to lubricate the madness in mind,

another crossroads

to look across the path curious.



Among the gathering,

a water hole of lights and sound,

every moment whirling in color,

every second filled to the brim

with a drink of eternity.



Too confused to grasp,

resigned to let the rushing go by

like a boulder splitting the river,

like a tree stolidly cleaving

the stampede of existence.



Time refuses to wait.

It ignores whims, defies reason,

denies the plea to relax the pace.

Time is a madman

at the wheel of a circus ship.

Fools and sages passengers together, all swept along

by the forces gathering black hole whirlpools

to stir the brine and brew.

The waves of ritual clash

a struggle against

the winds of change.