Come, you may possess the cries and smiles
Of a century entered, the real worry of it all.
In this gloom stands the destruction of it all,
Darkness and light stood apart and the constitution
Of the time in itself was withstood.
The withdrawal made me shudder at the shawl,
The dusty ages sprang forth like shadows
In the ground, of the reality, of the torture.
Too long I have lain to seem a little absurd,
Watching rocks gather momentum to hit me.
Today, the rocks have spoken,
The next day shall describe them.
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