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Out of the humid bonds entombing my shallow frame,
Stirs the mute memory of a former fame,
From beneath the tumbling leaves of a child's game,
Are exhaled the ethereal remains of my name.
Above the hollow echo of a rhythmic persistence,
Endures the faint glow of humane resistance,
From beneath the ages of the outworn distance,
Struggles the enshrouded beam of a forsaken brilliance.
Unseen behind the tremors of a peaceful symphony,
Is harbored the quiet vibrancy of a living melody,
Quickening into the hallow whisper of a forsworn fury,
Restoring the unshakable faith of a stillborn clarity.
Amid the shattered pieces of an unshared thought,
Slumber the sole fragments of a war well fought,
Poured into the beginnings of emotions unwrought,
The master tragedy spoken between 'is' and 'ought'.
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