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The Dread Poet Michael |
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The fine smoke Of meaning Rises from A poetic ember Burning Through primal chaos Realizing Form From Scattered particles Of virtuality A tree Falls in a forest A song ascends Toward heaven Pearls Cast before Time Threads Woven into The eternal fabric Nothing is lost -1/2/25 |
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