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Aug 2014
I can imagine Paris
and You
Bathed in decadence

Overwrought like a sad beacon
with the end in sight
specialized and faceted to its end
time and again
Forever is piercing Never

Brilliance obtained
but does the sun know its reach?
and is that all it knows time and again?
a sad beacon with the end ever in sight
part and parcel of a greater work
Sean Erik Carroll
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Sean Erik Carroll
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