2/9/08
Albeit in the manner
in which all was contrived
we see that all was built
before our time
And when the towers
are higher than our memories
I think we shall see the true
span of our faculties
For there is a steady rain inside the hour
when time drips
traces
and then falls away
there is a rain inside the hour
-Matthew Argalas
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This poem is AmAzInG!
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