Intro 5: Strange Days
I fell upon, particularly strange These shores wherein I found myself marooned Instead of somewhere infinitely light. My voyage, it began capriciously. And, though within it lives embedded form,...
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See there, what are those pestilent that smother In the muck? And there, I see, ignored Within the mire, more are stuck; and Lord! Behold, one bunches up to bid another Well! Though unobtrusively, its...
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