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In time the claws return, surface to our view, In shadows, the recess of a celebration. They revel in the fool and celebrant. Basking, festering in faint victory. Destined to fall, to wilt, therein unredeemed Soul. Time there moves without speed, The end faintly felt, ever hoped so. Softly suffering alone in the pale lit cavernous gnashing BetweenContinue reading “The Newborn Celebrant”