Seed 1
It has been quiet
Canvas usually noisy
Or am I not oil/paint/ink?
Am I vacuum sealed?
(An) Interesting change of pace
Given how I hear
I heard you coming
Lightning, thunder, now diverge
At semper distance
72 yards
39 steps in a line
1 more til the end(s)
Claim more found than made
Not to be replicated
The idle pen spoke
Idle pen will speak
Like blood that came before it
Stolen from my arms
What if it's all true?
You think I haven't wondered?
Who could know and not?
So a seed planted
I've left fallow long enough
Of man, encrypted
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