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 Infinity
Reality dwindles to a forgotten dream;

    only the thin keening wail

    of cold wind remains,

        whispering of abysses

            beyond dead stars...



There,

    dreams meet,

        lonely wraiths pursuing existence,

        seeking substance, form--

            but fading into eternal night...



Souls drift,

    alone, shivering

    in abysmal silence

        of infinite starless night...



Fated--

    to dreams without substance



Doomed--

    to dreams without hope


                                    November 18, 1974

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