after the wars that divided us all
twelve tribes braved the wilderness
sanctioned by the determination
of just one belief...
twelve tribes of innocence and
blind faith, created a world
unknown to the gods that came
before them...
unknown to the gods that died
after them and unknown to
the elders born from the ashes;
a fleet of souls migrating across
the vast universe of spacetime,
not knowing in what direction
they were heading nor what
direction from whence they came,
a body of opinions that had
fallen on deaf ears for centuries,
now were used to chart course;
constraints of time provided
over which they jumped,
some of which were mental
abirritations instinctive planted
in their path by memories...
travel in time as they will with
nowhere to go and no expectations
except their own persistence,
and longing to finally be free.
June 6, 2024
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