From shadows short and fleeing quickly, do we fly
leaving doorways tall and arching, restive, sly
We slink away down cold and clammy corridors, at length
(though as with Mirrors every hallway seems the same) the Fool
seeks change and new beginnings,
unfound we blame ourselves and in uncertainty our fate;
Ad Infinitum in our horror we exclaim, "Woe, the walls are closing in"...
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