'Twas not my fault
But cosmic time
That flung me to this vault
Of boundless strife
An airy breath,
He made me to adore
My theories
Embrace myself and yield a Death,
A slime,
That bore
All histories
Into a silent tomb
Of ancient lore
And ashen memories…
Adelaide
December 4th 1992
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