Detached Observer
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James McLain
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Detached observers,
and features withdrawn
by fates hand,
that scours obscurity.
And around the fountain sits,
those like yonder,
loud rush's blood too whispers,
close and vain apart.
Alone amongst so many
and the moss hangs deep,
aglow the fireflies light,
grey sleep masks intention.
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