| From My Experiments With Light |
Even the darkest of time,
So black as ours,
Dark, it is not.
Silent the hours,
So quiet that I may be deaf,
Dead, it is not.
The glimmers, buzz,
From yonder.
Where news gets new sense.
| From My Experiments With Light |
Even the darkest of time,
So black as ours,
Dark, it is not.
Silent the hours,
So quiet that I may be deaf,
Dead, it is not.
The glimmers, buzz,
From yonder.

optimism at its best...isn't it?
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