Best Poem of Eaton Bard

They Are Not Lost
They are not lost.

We are stranded,
Bound up In reason,
Dreaming
On the banks of the river,
As those departed
Are returned
Awakened
In the first made
Meadow,
Beyond the sentinel
Stillness
That towers over time,
As a picket
Against
All things passing.
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In Wiltezoi
Listen yew
Kritlern baum punies
The xanderpohlen skies of wiltezoi
Are bursting with fragrance of
Philotones and fudspahrs
Wild also are snoweyed whispers
Of the hillock spoilies
the pibs are wasted,
it is the opportune to
char the schnard


earl the grey . . .
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