PROPHECY'S ENIGMA

Oh Hail the poet's note!
and the soul of Nosterdamus,
who writes with a happy pen,
into the patterns of reality,
that make hope and the future
inter-twine within time,
like threads in the long rope
of our complicated lives.

Don't look back they say;
just ahead is the glorious light
of the never-failing promise!
Ah, but those who've truely seen
the unknown living branches
of the tree of time
- a tree without direction -
know undoubtfully
the test of thought.
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