All this verdant rind you live upon is founded on bones. The dead can dance, and dance they will again.
The forgetting you missed has remembered you -
like a thief it steals your works and treasures
and under the sun they bleach, pecked by birds.
The forgetting you missed has remembered you -
like a thief it steals your works and treasures
and under the sun they bleach, pecked by birds.
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