for Edgar Allen Poe, on his birthday, and to __Nevermore__.
Nothing in time does make us,
Ever conceive of vast expansive darkness,
Violence,
Exceeding naïve human expectations; for
Remorse does grab us
More and more, as time ticks
Over, further from us, towards the grave,
Relegating our lives to the annals of an
Ever shifting history.
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