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Towards...
A tagger on the train of Time
may leave his mark in prose or rhyme,
but most, anonymous, must spend -
from the beginning to the end -
their lives as mummies - point sub-lime.
No imprint of their phantomime
echoes for long, bucks Lethe's trend,
can an enlightened message send
to those who chose to continue climb
towards...
poem
by
Jonathan Robin
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