A dream slip - as a night flick rolls
beyond weak grip and outside find
A lesson draft - sub-conscious holds
not recognised - lost verbal mind
Electric pulse - rebuilding portraits
without light - no trace becomes
Of Patterns dance to starry score
rebuilding nightly - profound crumbs
What wisdom routes a path to taste
through knowledge - then a seed - in store
That plough’s the mind in fertile flush
and benches in our mantle core
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