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SAME

heard a cough
emerging from
a sarcophagus

was
    either in a museum
    or the Hall of a Kings

then
    and the logic of this
was so screwed up

it was my sarcophagus
and I was entombed

but the figure in
the museum in the Hall
was
      distant from me
by years in their thousand

the issue of same
      not here an Aristotelian thing