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Treated Found Poetry: Hell

Death himself lingers
in strange, time-eaten towers —
nothing that the winds forgot.

The melancholy night-time
silently gleams;
a Babylon-like shrine.

Resignedly the shadow
looks down upon gaping graves.

Luminous waters
ripples of polished glass
so hideously serene.

In the air
there is a movement
as if a void
now breathing faint moans…

Hell shall do it reverence.

(ref: The City In The Sea by Edgar Allen Poe)

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