Buried beneath pebbles...
bones becoming dust...
Broken by quakes,
crushed, cracked by world's crust.
Umbras usher blackness where
vacuumed voices bear whispers.
Now noises be muffled.
Here, the silence is crisper.
Viewing via internal immediates,
some shift to internal ideofacts.
Waiting for a ruby birth,
idol concerns amply distract.
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