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Wide enough for the seas. Every phylum of hope. Lava to churn below. Ample reason. Cellar of wisdom. Music, drifting.
Around it, a house with purpose, fire in its hearth. In other rooms, space for the living and the dead. Hallways where they might console each other.
Room for gods, but only the just.
Always a lit path there.
A poem to dig into. I like that.
Rich with imagery.