Arcanum of Kryptos

Upon losing sight of the story

amidst the cloud of the commonplace,

he sought not to summon up the characters of old,

nor seek out the scattered fragments of gods long dead.

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For the story was indeed great,

though eternally elusive in time and space.

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Immense in resonance,

and yet the fool is king...

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So he sat and played aimlessly as he had once done

with all the world deemed fickle.

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A withering adult sitting idle,

to once again be born a child.

And only in ludicrous simplicity,

and mindful futility,

did he lose himself in the continuity of that which he sought.