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Apr 2018
Situated in the center, a hidden eye opened
into a realm I had relinquished for the
least of them; that's the thing about
eyes and (forgotten) mysteries - they are
never closed for
too long

Reveal to me the innermost patterns of your essence,
(ever soft and tender), still seeking out the
very force that deforms into sinewy discards
even as you strive to remain open; for once I shall
listen carefully - with
all faculties intact - lest I forget,
there will surely come a moment
in which the bitterness of my pride
only yields a remnant of a golden age
never again to be
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