Legends become legendary,
For obliterating erstwhile legends.

After that they all become unfathomable,
As crispy comics for newborns in cradles.
The primed grown-ups in the grave
With furrowed feet and tied tongues,
Keep discolored prints of tinted heritage up on the wall.

Miles that all marvels walk turn out to be stories.
Stories get impressed, undressed in reality’s bed.

Legends do sin authentically well,
Via their Limited Infinity.

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