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Fathom wonders often

reach me, ye majesty
full of empty wonders
part to smite upon a symphony
some part to light, brilliantly
teach these dangling words discovered...
in awe these lips no longer mutter
if far away the dark lone chaos
swirling I remain a pure forgotten
ye pierce this madness; fathom wonders often
reach me to this death I've pondered

31 May 17

(define the words in this poem)

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