if you wait
an exploding moment comes
where nothing stirs
not air
not leaf
except a bird or two may fly
it is here
that two roads diverge
one into idleness
the other, super-idleness
the station after that is sleep
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A world is built with each brick. All consuming and ever so fleeting, like brimstone.
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