In realms of REMs
Where the eternal records are kept
Those acres of storage rooms
Parked at the edge of the cosmos
Waiting for their owners to return
Who have forgotten all about them
Or who periodically come back
To sort through dead treasures
Who knows what to do
With the past but ask
Its blessing and forgiveness
Humbled by the courage it took
I say to myself just to get you here
At the threshold of a realer world
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