A poem simply sounds the bell, o
f that which words could never tell.
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AIM
S
eek between that quantum narrow,
Aim unseen by white of eye,
Your target, one with flight of arrow,
Centred in I am, am I.
FLIGHT
L
oosed from mighty archer's bow
Time to come and long ago
The force of an arrow
That cannot fly,
Yet so slender,
One hair
Of never to be,
As pared from this narrow
All that is nigh.
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