The medium is broken
And yet all the while they implored,
"Tell us again what you mean."
As if beauty could hold no mystery.
The colony collapsed
The empiricist under the sun wonders,
"Which direction will it swarm?"
Pretending not to see the shadows.
The heat is rising.
Be sure-footed when the bedrock shifts,
"And the gates of Hell shall not prevail."
Where the seekers find shelter.
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