Phoebe Immortal Poem

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Phoebe Immortal Deep in the earth is an underground cavern, feathered blue shadows of faerie fretwork form, gleaned by the blue moon through the gates of Nirvana, layers of silence so softly falling, layer upon layer of memories unborn... velvety, pale, still warm. Phantoms lift the vivid golden dust, and by the nebulous hands of Endymion, a gift from him, clouded, sooty shadows are torn. Furling, unfurling into the gust of a whirlwind, swirling and twirling, spinning faster yet still, whispery voices poised all around me, making me the eye of their storm. Who can say if eidolons sleep, bodiless voices murmuring as they weep, haunted by hoary footsteps in the dust, venerable footsteps, now obsolete. Curing my darkness with

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