Oh, a little whisper in the mind invites me in. A tiny little speck eternally advances from behind, unquietly. Oh, exiting the wreck, ask if a promise insufficient is signal to go on. Oh, I try to know surprises vanish in a light, a fizz, a me. The places I may never go reply. Whisperer, oh, I do forget a sign. A magic, imitating past. I’ll surely die, but not exactly yet, in time as far as I can try to last, in melody. Always power is near to see—oh, of a melody to hear.

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