FINGERPOST
This being an encyclopedia of Earth,
I'll announce right here that all that was
is ever after; lingering to remain, and
layered so you can not forget it. The
illusion is of space, and you have
nowhere to go. I talked to John and
Bill and Jonah too, and everyone said
the very same thing, though it sounds
funny now. 'These are moments of
of meaning.'
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Everything I ever loved has left me, yet
I remain aloof, and with a standing of
my own. Lacking dirges and mourning,
I'd rather just remain mute.
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