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A Poem for Trapped Things.

"LEAVES (Triolet)

Whose sorrow grew these hanging hosts
that rustle in the endless breeze?

The forest holds a court of ghosts
whose sorrow grew. (These hanging hosts

were sentinels of ancient posts,
but now are noosed to nameless trees.)

Whose sorrow grew these hanging hosts?
That rustle, in the endless breeze...."

--Anthony Etherin

Fornax Void - Mercurius Machina.

"I am always ready to learn, although I do not always like being taught." --Winston Churchill

I really, really want the inside of my quantum laptop to look like thi.