Dust befell the lieu
As the streets trembled
With quivering illuminates
Star-struck bedlam
There was never a home
No abode
Nay grange
None became worthy
Of my bestowment
Thoroughfares became my domain
Before the quivering
And continuing after
I was champion of straits,
Vindicate of paths
The interior Highness
But my quietus came swift
And I became nothing but
A frail tuft of dust
-EA
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