To be not, 
And soon, 
Is a fact
That never lacks
Wonder, 
In a bad way.
It looms
All day
And night
Over vast expanses, 
Shortened years
Here, 
There, 
Nowhere, 
And the right 
Words, 
Eagerly sought, 
Are absurd
Under 
Most circumstances.                
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