nobody stirs this ageless gloom no tick, no tock in mother's womb the halls, unfurnished echo naught by no one built from nothing wrought in amniotic brine musn't something drift? where is mother's gift? where wander creatures? where spins the earth? where dance the angels? will mother give birth? forever slumber yields no rest
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quoth the eternal "i've no bud no branch to bloom i spend myself in unwalled room oh that i had a lamp to light i would brighten this forever night" and powerful he was