1420
in time beyond
we ghost it
lap the
track
all
champagne shy
until the
ink runs out
sun fades
the words
to emptied
air
still
hallowed yet
you’re not
nor I
no one is
thing led
to another
no longer
work memory
off
by mere
event
apocryphal
truth
Wizard of
MayDay from
another side
Do you read
me?
no longer
this or that
just these
unknown
initials
ambiguous
date
(pick
century)
whisper really
all it was
this scratch
reads
‘I was
there’
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