boulders like raindrops babelspeak shatters on sky same stones rubbleplucked same tatters of faded blueprint straight lines lancing the torn edges where words fell off the worldend no new languedge petals repeated as winds as earth as skies are repeated returningburning risen from a new horizon all maps rectangular and wrong how to find the way away from maps unmapped pathings are clear but eyes close again for blinding light as if that were a holy torchlit path
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