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Tome of Darkness
The seeds that got no reads
Gone too soon
inscribed upon the tomb
like a shrine
to
our short time in the
reason and the
rhyme of the
season
to season kaleidoscope
into which
we
collide
Independent sign
into
Universal mind
Such a mysterious
design
So much unknown
in this
dwelling we call
home
In this dwelling
which
we
roam
Like a poem
So many poems
of
people
gone
never to roam
or
be roamed
Darkness
as
tome
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