I look in on the world
and see its movements
through the scope of one
who has lived it before -
the same destructive path
fraught with the same
destructive, dangerous characters -
and I do not lose faith,
for though I have no recollection how,
I know we have been here before
and made it to the other side unscathed,
save for the memories
burned into our histories
to be ignored by our future selves;
doomed to suffer the same trials
for a different progress -
always lambs calmly
traveling the same paths
to be shorn.
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