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In the centre This i Of this infinity Which knows No centre. Rust and dust flow rivered In time honoured ways As if movement meant That centres shift And that this i, Laughingly called, Pretends An only bell, Audible to all Unreal
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Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 2:46 AM UTC
Central
In the centre This i Of this infinity Which knows No centre. Rust and dust flow rivered In time honoured ways As if movement meant That centres shift And that this i, Laughingly called, Pretends An only bell, Audible to all Unreal
mike-adam
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Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 2:46 AM UTC
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