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Feb 2015
In a pale light the sense is made alike,
W/in a lucid trance between time and being
            The world is halted,
and the psyche is free to roam its unprecedented, formless
Labyrinth of secrets and of
questions,
         Answers are sparse,
But the ambition of men
Tearing monstrously at the
delicacy of these phantom
         quantities
is what keeps the answers hidden,
      And lingering in a patient limbo
Bryce Perry
Written by
Bryce Perry  20/M/Boston, MA
(20/M/Boston, MA)   
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   --- and Ronald D Lanor
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