Nothing But
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1 min readJul 15, 2019
It was upon
A sunny daydream
The memory
First came
…
Roiling up
From depths
Within, seeds
Sown so long
Ago, shreds of
Stardust thrown
Afar in violent
Beautiful birth
…
Me, we, memories
From unplumbed
Conscious, most
Distant eons,
Summoned thus do
Ancient embers
Sear identity on
Unborn souls
…
For in the end my
Story of me
Is nothing but
An undreamt dream
