Perhaps I will continue the thread myself.
Although I am, and yet do not,
exist within the world of thought,
for many men and elves and dwarves,
all lies within my open doors.
This "Ea", but a tiny fleck,
incomparable, even to my own neck.
And now I seem quite out of time,
because I cannot make more rhymes.
Iarwain
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