Over future horizons life lies in wait.
Mystery speaks as yet unstyled,
but inflates
it's readiness, and forever advocates
anticipation.
Impressive beyondness beckons,
infiltrates
the present, and beguiles
while stimulating
awareness,
looking ahead often relates
to exhilaration.
Turbulent spirits often have need
to debate
this transmission,
guises
having been sated,
the future will come,
but beware
it hating
unrecognition.
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Brilliant Poem Fay, Great flow.