Dirty mirrors of yesterday, suddenly being washed anew,
shining with a presence of the future living in new found words of explanation.
Starting over, beginning new reflections to mirror abhorrent pastimes now being washed away forever.
Nothing able to mar their new freedom in gigantic pools of illumination.
A whole new ocean of thoughts flowing and ebbing in tidal waves of poetical versions,
heading this way in duly noted antipathy and beauty
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