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Cast Adrift by Bryan I am cast adrift ever onto my secret that guards me as a sword in perfect temper not yet unleashed onto battle. In glimmering sorrow to perfect bliss of Truth in total, life is no such illusion of time given and taken back that which never was to be claimed by me. I mustn't waist the hours allotted to share the treasures shared onto me. Given in accumulation as none have seen to even imagine at any time. I pray thee, beg thee to let this wisdom turn golden from sacred alchemy into action and constant pursuit. Let not my wishes be led by foolhardy desire, pleasure, nor pain. Let all theses and beyond be for you as you have mirrored it in me: A being of worlds, a warrior of unrivaled skill a druii of untold deeds, invisible in the splendor of miracles that none may yet see yet awe to in lucid transformation. I am but one among many, and yet there is only me. I have seen the storehouse of the gods. I have washed in their cauldron of secrets. Who knows in fullest how to summon up the old gods from ages past and learn of their wisdom? Who may call answers from the winds and melt within stands of trees? What is my voice that can alter reality to dreams and dreams to reality; sensing in taste and smell the passions and fears of another and knowing the language of nature?
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