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Empty Halls
I hear the voices I will never know,
But then again I might if I would try,
But finding out the source of mystery,
Would put an end to ire and my journey
Would put an end to poetry and why?
I see the forms and recognize their shape,
To name them, even one, would change them all,
To study their science would leave a ghost,
A sin to light and leave an empty host,
A sin to light the lights in empty halls.
MFL
8/6/2009
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