Formless Is Our Nature

Aubrey's Arch

We took off some time ago

The only way in which to grow

No birth no death only formless predecessors

To entail all that ever was

To bring summons on a mound

To yell truth in an echoed whisper

These names are coins we use to decipher

Yet we hold our own accord

We know Truth has no form


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