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fathom wonders often

reach me, ye majesty
full of empty wonders
part to smite upon a symphony
some part to light, brilliantly
teach these dangling words discovered...
in awe these lips no longer mutter
if far away the dark lone chaos
swirling I remain a pure forgotten
ye pierce this madness; fathom wonders often
reach me to this death I've pondered

3 Nov 18

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melikes a lot.  although in 8, I'm thinking 'fiction' as opposed to "forgotten".  at the same time, "forgotten" might work better there sonically.  hmmm...overall, kick ass.
 — JKWeb

Thanks JKWeb you're the best!
 — vida