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Erat Ibi Vita

 
Selfless sheep make way
      for the river Styx... make way.
Born of her seeded shores,
"The river Liffey," he yells and laughing
                              waves.

Petals drip delight--
            Spellbound, the howling storms brew,
                  but no rain tonight.

Mercy, sweet mercy,
      descending floods understanding, love.
And here stands Hercules, boldly
Cracked earth and pottery.
Where are your heroic nightmares now?
            this dust.

Ages of memory beneath our walking feet,
      these shreds of breath
            near the bedside.

Strung laces curl out through the morning clouds.
All the birded-songs scurry oaken breeze
            and dewy pine.

The lulling skies seek and squeeze
            every beam of brightness out
                  against the corners of my overflowing
      face and eyes.
Written by Oshinome
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