Long before there were eyes to bare witness,
an ivory needle emerged from the darkness,
from which time began to weave its delicate thread.
Stich by stitch it wove onto a shimmering black silk,
beautiful pearls, beads, quills, and sequins
like the great Ottomon's of old.
Hidden between the very stars,
flickering in the distant past,
I see beyond my tears,
these primitive desires and superfluous fears.
The evolution of the human race.
a majestic creation of time and space,
Humbled by a thought,
enlightened by belief,
some look for heaven in the skies,
but all they find are glimmerring memories,
a tapestry of the unseen,
always be cautious of what you believe.
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