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Shifting one way and then the other, that rainy season stretched out in an epic like the ocean he sat before once, outcast, it came back not like nothing but like a ray straight from the sun beaming in the moon like his 'forever' that he learnt so well joy of joys then that once returned he set to running like an idol on the shore brazen, bronze well proportioned sitting in harmonious circle a train with his own thoughts bent out of time out of mind he sang humming in the breach of day a cracked lightning bolt unhinged the sky bringing down archimedes upon him plato, brutus and fire shaped out of scornful rock though it meant nothing, seasons calmed the rain placing it in his heart he: feeling once more, gladly, for his broken sword, his art.
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