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the hollow men, are surely
no more

--standing in a circle--

are surely no more than the
echo of the unholy howl

sitting at the depths, of a
hollow people,

made empty, they see the
reflection of their lack

and scream with
the rage of recognition,

reeling, to fill their depths, they
do not understand that

we are made in circles, they reach
wildly to stop the flow of

all the things running through them
to catch and rot within them