Becoming Plato - A Poem

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Wistfully, I learn it wheeling

Such pervasive, mystic feelings

Aim, in recompense, to heal me

From my constant woes.

Like the dawn, 'ere bright'ning fury,

So perceive my careful journey.

Hence, I cry, to all who heard me,

"Lo! Which way to go?"

What, if anything, will center

Two red suns, while horses welder

Body, mind, and soul together?

This I long to know.

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-JDH