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Hadrian Veska
Poems
Jan 2017
Myol
Frozen moon in deep antiquity,
Locus of the great facility;
Where myriad souls silent wait,
For the long since coming fate.
Stars go out and fall in space,
The tugging of a loosened lace.
They come, they will, and in their hand,
Time lies broken leaking sand.
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