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Yesterday, I walked a circuit
of known streets: my eyes
strained against the daylight,

at once, they were fearful
of a slow disecretion, as I've
grown accustomed to: my

solitary reveries were, then,
possessed of a nearsight
in recollection, and memory,

while I took notice of a lilac
scent, blooming, in the open:
and sweetness blurred with

a thought of voices drowned
by wisdom, and such burdens
every blind poet, or prophet,

dreads to encounter: release
what lays, sub rosa, in myself
and risk the boldest erasure.
Written by Sartoris
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