I just picked a book from my shelf, opened at a random page, first word I saw was the word 'ancient', so here goes:
Unknowable, distant, gone before...
The fates have long since cut the threads...
Of Roman, Celt and Goth alike...
Mere echoes of the long time dead...
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I just had that idea now and spawned that poem from it.
My thought processes are available in audio, visual and audio-visual formats. Sometimes it's lucid.
Like watching an animation or a TV show in my head hosted by a hypercritical, miserable old git
