A gyre of memories begins to swirl,A vortex pulling down the heavy heart;Within its throat, the lost epochs uncurl,And tear the fabric of the mind apart.He sees the faces of his lineage,The ghosts of lovers and the shards of hate;They flicker on the water’s turning page,The wreckage of a long-abandoned state.To keep his course, he must forget his name,And cast his history to the hungry maw;To trade his glory and his hollow fame,For the cold dictates of a higher law.The center is a void of velvet peace,Where all the clamors of the ego cease.
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