The Loss Of Usual Language
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The loss of language
In Eternity's maelstrom;
The ripening of stars
In vast, verdant fields
Of fertile galaxies;
The moon's fevered glow
Mirrors my heightened state
Of awareness. Now I'd
Like to gently sink into
The blue depths of silence.
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