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PERPETUAL DARKNESS

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By Squirrelwolf-6y   |   
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Through a hole in ground
he fell
into a faded room.
Many people are there.
All talking.

Some're gesturing their hands awkwardly,
distorting their faces -
to help the words.

Not a word could he understand.
They all became a hum,
that made his body shiver.

God, is there anything else?

Keep on looking.
Keep on looking.

In accord they all repeated.
© 2011 - 2020 Squirrelwolf-6y
This is poem from my second book of poems, written 1979 year, and published 1983 year.
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