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I am all around you, yet you have never seen me
You need me, but were I gone you would not cry out for me

This thing all things devours
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers
Gnaws iron, bites steel
Grinds hard stones to meal
Slays king, ruins town
And beats high mountains down

Jewel on black velvet, pearl in the sea
Altar of the lupine lords
Unchanging, yet changing, eternally

I saw an army gathering supplies,
No field did they plunder nor village did they burn,
Not a blade of grass was bent by their passing

I know a thousand faces and count the tallied heads
Feasting bright upon the eyes, of the many who have died
Wielding well a mighty power, who hath but humble stature
Masses fall upon their knees to scarce behold my only side

2 legs it has,
and this will confound
Only at rest
Do they touch the ground
(It's not a bird)

Round as an apple
Deep as a cup
All the deep ocean
couldn't fill it up

It is a journey whose path depends,
on another's vision of where it ends

The light one breaks but never falls
His brother falls but never breaks

I never was, am always to be
None ever saw me, nor ever will
And yet I am the confidence of all
Who live and breathe on this terrestrial ball

Brought to the table
Cut and served
Never eaten

It cannot be seen, cannot be felt
cannot be heard, cannot be smelt
It lies behind stars and under hills,
and empty holes it fills
It comes first and follows after,
ends life, kills laughter

What ranges far, and cannot be confined
Yet stays in the one spot?

What we caught we threw away
What we could not catch we kept

Milky white, deathly cold,
no blood runs through my veins
Often cut in human form
to speak for your remains

Standing alone,
no place to hide
Bearer of visions,
dreams I provide
Girded in armor,
to touch me is pain
My arms to the heavens
praying for rain

Halo of water, tongue of wood,
skin of stone, long I've stood
My fingers short reach to the sky,
inside my heart men live and die

Alive without breath,
as cold as death
Never thirsty, ever drinking
All in mail, never clinking

I run smoother than any rhyme,
I love to fall but cannot climb.
I tremble at each breath of air,
And yet can heaviest burdens bear.

What goes on four legs in the morning,
two in the afternoon and three in the evening?

It prods a man's hand, and it robs him of sleep
It makes him climb mountains and travel the deep
It makes him go wander down deep in a cave
and do almost anything stupid or brave
The longer denied the greater it grows
It makes a man learn 'till he thinks that he knows

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