Calm Ebroilment

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Whispers
granular messengers
dancing on seemingly ephemeral platforms
amid pacified souls.

Traveling
fervently searching
forever listening
for the archaic sound of triumph.

The forgotten waves
displaced, consumed, destroyed,
by the hands of Time -
of Chaos.

The ringing
(though fescennine to those
whose ambitions remain placid)
still echoes,
whispering of past glory





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