Tuesday, September 11, 2007

No one lights the lamps in the City of Peace;
fear the swift flambeau in the City of Peace.

Layers of lost time, and the shimmer of heat
pierced by august steel in the City of Peace.

Now break camp and go. May you find what you seek:
walls of lasting frith, and a city of peace.


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