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We Are Voyagers, Discoverers Of The Not-known, The Unrecorded; We Have No Map; Possibly We Will Reach Haven, Heaven.

War Is A Fevered God Who Takes Alike Maiden And King And Clod.

Long Hours Trail In Their Purple And Long Years Are Lost In Just This Moment While Our Souls Are Near, Our Mouths Separate.

The Things I Have Are Nameless, Old And True; They May Not Be Named; Few May Live And Know.

Every Concrete Object Has Abstract Value, Is Timeless In The Dream Parallel.