Puddleglum's lantern shines
in the steel blue
of our green-brown
cavern's ceiling
It's casting shadows
of imaginality
across our broken
(un)realities
And as it swings,
we wonder if these hues
are not at all the deepest truths
but premonition-memories
of life beyond these boundaries
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