Away from the wrested stone
A jewel etches its image
upon
Juxtaposition
Where it was and what
it never could
Be, to fathom’s length,
I bestow
Whistled meanderings,
delivered far, unto
A crested portico of
everlasting sights unknown
The fantasy’s
off-balance whereas
The congruency paints
vivid premonition
Vacating the probable,
Forever residing
scarcely in-between
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