As i flip through pages of a history book
Hold on
As I counter my fears
Opening another
Yet merely read the same
21 centuries
Many yet made
Many yet hiding
Many yet known as been
More even known but left for dead
As some hussies dream
Or an empire of a rat
Hold on!
I could have sworn I read it somewhere
I swear they're out there
Somewhere
Can't you hear the history pages
Writhe and wriggle with spaces
Like openings unto
A dungeon dimension
Where all good memory
Whether scarce of parchment
Or scarce of belief
Fails to find reverie
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