Ancient Forms

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If
we knew
the truth, we
wouldn’t dare – to
congregate around
these ancient
forms

If you saw into the sheath as it scrapes their summits, then you would comprehend The. .

You would fear The resentment.
You would fathom The anger.

They would tell you what it’s like.
What it’s like to realize you were never in control.

Power is but one’s delusion when it can be poached so
effortlessly.
What of imaginative formation – to image when tombed in
obliteration?