THE AGE OF BRONZE SPEARS
becomes the All we Know.
In a corner of the corner,
where there seemed only one,
were countless corners,
around which were countless corridors,
filled with locked and unlocked doors,
falling about one another, turning and falling;
and those inside them holding to the walls,
for fear of falling through space and time
into the doors of others' worlds,
and forgetting the worlds from which they came.
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