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2024.04.07

  • Craig Van Ravens
  • Apr 7, 2024
  • 1 min read

The future calls, the past echoes,

I exist to resonate into knowable forms,

Along the dawdling cusp of their melodies,

Within the energizing containment of their hum,

By the eternal sheen of their unknowable depth.

 
 
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