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"THE ART (Aelindrome in the Decimal Expansion of √2)
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The art,
a losing sun,
as she emerges,
only a swan
to her suffering,
may be dark
as turns of sky....
Do seas turn
so dark, maybe
suffering her
as wantonly,
so emerge as she —
sung in a lost heart?"
--@AnthonyEtherin
The decor of plan & design has yielded to the exigencies of repeated moving & having to fit into available space, long ago, & thence a rapid obliviousness upon most of the rooms' contents--haunted, still, by where a thing should or used to be.
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