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He stood on the precipice of a new Mercury A filmy liquid sphere Unbound by immutable elements Elements like will |
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A rose bloomed in ether Cloaked in red Curled in black As far as the I could see But underneath lay prophecy A proserpine |
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Faces groaned Limbs contorted Children quiet He ligatured the years spent And eternity earned How strange it was To be so loose and slippy in space Once so defined Now a trace |
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He would plunge into petals Sloped and parched For the slaking of a hard won newness Aboard the mothership He saw the life web voyager In him self and in her self In time was a slur A bridge between stars |
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But who remains? Did he ever even need the frame? Standing guard for some flittering ill Grasping the stem So thornless So still  |
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