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Power is a familiar growth—
Not foreign—not to be—
Beside us like a bland Abyss
In every company—
Escape it—there is but a chance—
When consciousness and clay
Lean forward for a final glance—
Disprove that and you may—

Edited by Peter Carter

Added: 2 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 13 Oct 2008 12:57 PM | Viewed: 4802 times

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