It is time
The mighty traveler has circumnavigated all
The expedition is complete
And he stands again where he began
He has journeyed to the four winds
A shadow speaking dark words
A brilliant figure beckoning but once
A stranger whispering impossible riddles
And then himself again
But now in possession of the gift
That elixir that though forbidden
Must be obtained at whatever cost
It is named
To do good and evil like a god
To square the circle
To return to the centre of the soul
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