The Island of Prophets
This island we live dense
Whispering
Eavesdropping
Whispering
The navel of a universe whispering
But ah! So many whispering
Dark of nights
Pointed pyramids and steeples
Tall and pointed
Whispering
A navel ever-whispering.
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