illustration for a poem by Igor Goldkind
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"What was said was dead before it was spoken.
These are the laments of the old and the pale
These here, are moments eternity has flung at us.


We must not waste time...
we must not waste time...
we must not waste time...

These are the echoes of ancient voices waiting to be quelled,
that call to us from the farthest shore.
They say: “Hey You Bud!

Keep swimming, keep dreaming your better self.
Keep your head above the water!”
(and then, you remember, to breathe)."

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