Shadows dissolve. Light filters through
all walls dividing conscious, dreams.
Morn d[r]awn this moment magic seems.
Imagination's overview -
patterns swirl-whirl to review
renewal of recurrent themes.
Light filters through, so softly 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 cogent glimpse or two,
lends renewed sense to interplays
kindling bright hope dark cares allays.
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