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series of poems from "Evermore"
We bide within of Death itself ,
Of once we were that is but not ,
Our future passed from whence unkenned -
As cold the tears that once were hot .
As Prior's birth was that of nane
Thy lucid breath will rend its thrall ,
Of such an unkind dree of sane -
Unconscious thee is Death of all .
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I know not day nor dark of night
Within I bide a blackness still ,
I am but such of nothingness -
A realm but not of Heaven , Hell !
I drift within a vacuous sane
But cannot hear , nor see , or touch ;
Forevermore to dwell in nane -
Dystopia's Death is such !
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Of once we were that is but not ,
Our future passed from whence unkenned -
As cold the tears that once were hot .
As Prior's birth was that of nane
Thy lucid breath will rend its thrall ,
Of such an unkind dree of sane -
Unconscious thee is Death of all .
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I know not day nor dark of night
Within I bide a blackness still ,
I am but such of nothingness -
A realm but not of Heaven , Hell !
I drift within a vacuous sane
But cannot hear , nor see , or touch ;
Forevermore to dwell in nane -
Dystopia's Death is such !
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series of poems from `Evermore`
series of poems from `Evermore`
