Antiquities On the Brink
the antiquitous souls.
" perhaps uninvitable?"
mellowing amberred coals
[portioned minds] ,
on the brink of unstable?
Stability became a commidity .
fathoms of time ago.
drinking from a fountain of
bereavement.
They've forgotten of the seeds?
in need, to be sewn.
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