Opposition

Never was the sense

Of how the stubborn hold the gate

The march to breathe remittance

From tides that kiss

Confounded shores

Never was my passport

All that’s set
In journeys wide and far

The architect of Never
Was what Never was the same
True paths that cross the criss
As Never plods
In Never gains for wise decrees…

How does Never hold a candle

To what Ever believes

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