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Nov 2017
Space felt,
But not perceived.
Dimensions known
We may not leave.
Yet just beyond
Our senses felt,
All rules and laws
Begin to melt.
Swirling, twisting
To strange new form;
Sight is cold
Yet thought is warm.
And when all things
Have come to pass,
Will it start anew
Again, at last.
Hadrian Veska
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