upon itself
deeply elegant
a greater elegiac
to the void that is the earth
and not us anymore
footsteps that twinkle not for
but for beauty
a greater sadness enginized in this circle
which is a new
more powerful than the
shining airplane lines above us
where souls sit distant and somber
like fields of corn whose grayness
extends beyond what they can handle themselves
recollected in tranquility is truth my friend
life is
and nothing more

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