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Feb 2020
in beast
alchemy
and sound's fleshy

through a potient called language
we paint a world full of meaning

we give names to the un-nameable
reason to the unreasonable

we throw clocks into the void

through a potient called language

and my dear it's just time,
but with a name

(come again?)
  and end it right
Written by
Middle Shelf
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