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Mist lifts at last, light filters through
all walls dividing conscious dreams.
Morn drawn this moment magic seems.
Imagination's overview
patterns swirl-whirls to review
renewal of recurrent themes.
Light filters through and brightly beams
across Time, space, in curlicue,
here surfaced, there hid, surfs anew,
as insight offers partial gleams
if not of Destiny's deep schemes
at least a partial glimpse or two
lending sense to interplays,
kindling hope all care allays.


Ooohhh...


5 old applause
