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By Akiane Kramarik, child-prodigy
The Child Writes of the Narrow Road. Few are the ones finding it.
The eternal road is the narrow road where you wait for others to pass you. As soon as the lungs of time breathe camouflage that irritates truth the centuries like dry branches fall one after another breaking the masks, sphinxes and artificial hearts of the empires.
The eternal road is the narrow road where you wait for others to pass you. The volcano crumbles the hideout of the last stage and as the past applauds the future the first century waves roll over and over. Is the dormant light still white when the heaven gives birth to another earth and the dew of the pangs drips all over you?
The eternal road is the narrow road where you wait for others to pass you. Why does a trillion-word dream exist if it cannot be opened? Calling for the asking knots in the warm-blooded ropes I lose my seamless robe and the claws of rolling nightmares slowly fade through the ripened dream in me.
The eternal road is the narrow road where you wait for others to pass you. On the worn but still young crossroad of the wishes I leave love. The resurrection of consciousness is faith! Through the same faith you still find yourself in a far future.
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Art and poem © Akiane Kramarik
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