The Attention of Darkness
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"Meandering through, a prosaic prose,
What does he stumble across, only nobody knows...
When sirens scream through the darkness, into the light,
Only then does the darkness, seem to requite...
Speak not to him of history, speak not to him of prose,
Anything you agree with, he knows it, I suppose..."


