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^_~-^_~-^_~-^_~-Child's
^_~-^_~-^_~-^_~-^_~-Cry
^_~-I watch the cool droplets run
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hither and Thither as They
make Their silent
Journey to The miniature Torrent
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and wonder at Their loss
of Identity .
^_~-Who can Trace some microcosm of
suspended dust motes in
That quietly bubbling stream of once Tear-drop shaped
^_~-^_~-^_~-^_~-^_~_~-
singularities .
^_~-Men would sooner Trace their own
convolute trail down
from a fading and lost past .
^_~-So I sit--and watch--and hope
^_~-That someday, when, how
--There will be
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a Guardian
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for Those Trailing
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and soon lost
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Silent Entities