It soon grew pitch black I wasted no time crawling into it
It was a little uncomfortable immensely still not a sound
In all the transitory suffering in all the transitory tenderness
I looked around at the others in this whirlpool of fate
Inexplicable and preposterous precious within reach
A small definition whole and eternal across the land
We laugh we cry we laugh we cry an amaryllis blooming
In winter precious within reach.
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