SEEDBED

      He found a book he’d read when just a boy,
      And there he saw the seeds of everything
      He subsequently thought that brought him joy,
      Of every poem he’d write and song he’d sing.

      Discovering it again in later days
      He was amazed to realize his mind
      Was built from such a template.  As he’d gaze
      Into this oracle that Fate designed,

      He saw now how subliminal is time
      That ultimately leads to the Sublime.

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