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we mourn the empirical fastenings
of those who came before
most now dead and buried in swill;
beheaded
as they had their time, so shall I
as they loved, so shall I
as they died in a thousand ways,
fractals spinning through space
through the human mind
eternally soaring in mist and
touching heaven for but a moment
before all, all is lost
and down they fall into the black
window of obscurity;
so shall I.