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n the path in the cool dark
Depths to the bottomless pi . . .
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Weaving between spectral illuminations
Of Pinnacles and downward thrusting
Shapes created by eons of chemical
Laden tears from the gods dripping,
Dripping, ,
,
dripping building up and down
Creating a fairyland in Gaia's bowels
Only seen by those Who are not in fear
Of encountering the devil on their walk