"A fragment of time, which is not recorded. There is a moment of darkness..." - Bibio
Packing and unpacking/
the trickle down of information/
what was once quintessence now essence.
...
Should anything so pure exist anymore/
and what it means to be 'highly original'/
where lies my muse?
...
Not in the mountain lakes/
nor the Green goddess/
who so diligently helped so many before.
...
Rather it lies in every next word/
the anticipation of the requiem/
the story after the story...
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