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evincing poetry, these acts unrhyme
the past, the present, future, and all time,
rewriting all that happened, all we chose
a son returns a man still aged fifteen
his dreams as flowers scattered on a stone
remember still the land where they were sown
so he his heart unearths, uncrushed, unseen
too large, let it be written as it may
mine eyes have seen it, truly, through a veil
a tear in time admits one lately born
to regions where the mind can surely stay
awaiting all that left behind must trail
until all shall be mended that was torn
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