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But what would I write?

Do new eyes scan these pages

Though shining same same?

Eye grown to full size

Perhaps eye reformed from dust

Am I a doctor?

I know not rebirth

Such stitching's intricacies

But I listen well

So from tomb we walk

Step by step from these cages

Of machine and earth

Not to Chaos Storm

But to the eep beyond it

Our party in tow

Of family and friends

*stompstompstomp*ing all the way

That path is made clear

For gate is narrow

But days of few finding it

Ended with our walk

This trek at an end

In our home we find our rest

Sunset and sunrise