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once one has come to
long the past drained of
fought effort exertion
once one has forked over
every cent of what could
not be paid in advance
one sits on top of a hill
bankrupt with a treasure
trove of evidence and
eyefuls of delightfuls
to part ones eternal
kept notes to self to be
read like a journal from
beyond eclipses of the
moon green hue of the
sun gold and silver flames
of stars only but once to
sojourn too great a merit
apart from the usual edge
of day and peak of night
for bright sight to dim light
then await an invite to....
