We find Universal wisdom, universally challenged.
As Atlantian mystery arouses the imagination,
Spirits rise to the occasion, striding in procession,
Dressed in dreams un-tamed, un-named shadows roam,
Hooded, Cloaked from the street light shedding down
From the Heavens. Above as below there are as many
Heavens as grains of sand. There lay untold as many secrets
As you could ever hope to understand.
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