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Fissured, Receeds in time, Pulling back To where and when Enigmatic minds

Inclined to touch us From there and then Raised uncompromising hands To rise in stone Immortal Above these errant sands. In their quest Was nothing arabesque.

Silhouette: It is inhuman To forget, And human to regret such loss of light. In that dark As stark rememberence Of my passing son Eclipsing shade, In shadows, Dims from whence our presience comes. Stilled, My mind reminding, Swells of echoes of his voice. I hear him ever From his peak Upon a pyramid above the clouds. I am transfixed In listening In An arabesque of shrouds.