I silenced myself and departed into my own world of fantasies and reality
and viewed the world
like from the mouth of a cave
and when I didn't like the weather outside
I withdrew into the warmth and solace of that cave
with only the flickering of a campfire light
dancing on the outer cave walls to betray my presence

And the residue of these thoughts
and happenings echo like a symphony of
the ages whose melodies haunt even
the generations to come

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