Along some bank of ambiguity.
Isolated while in wonder,
I lacked motivation.
Consequently, I preferred to be someplace different.
I perceived myself wandering near the banks,
Concerning one Tiber River in Rome.
"What is behind me,
Is not in front of me!"
Snickering, I proceeded onward.
Moreover, moments diminished,
And abruptly ceased because I stood,
Facing some faded timepiece,
In a distinctive configuration,
Regarding some profound conch shell.
Curiously,...
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