Suffer the gulf
Of a hundred million years
The sand that buried centuries
The burden that drew its shadow long
That tried in vain
To hide unfathomed
He drew the pictures of his dreams
The pictures of his dreams mechanically
Unlocked the shrine, the shrine withdrawn
Threw open doors unmade
Remembering elusive shade
In pieces, like knives of sleep
It leaves the soul, the soul in ruins

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