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The poem

The poem advanced
For eons and eons it flew
In rhapsody it grew
It’s majesty unwritable
With no ears to hear
Until one day, the poem yearned for a listener
So it drew verse upon verse
And a pattern emerged
From those patterns came more patterns still
So that one noonday,
A pattern of patterns took stock of what they saw
And for a moment
Heard the eternal tune

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