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            Waiting for the light
            The still dead speak to us
            How shall I remember this place
            The broken statues
            Urns under the earth
            The sun a cistern of fire
            Where walked Greeks and Romans
            I age too
            Wither in my own condition
            But to go earthward    
            Follow Persephone downwards
            With no Lord Pluto
            My mother gone long ago
            I shall not be found
            The hiatus of death
            Shatters the living
The darkness of tombs