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O I wandered between the spectral cries,
And the broken bones of time, in twilight
Hours of violet. I wandered like a mad
Nomad until I perceived my past and
Future selves. O they were curiously
Half- formed in dream mirrors. Yet I could see
Them radiate with myriad meanings
In the twinkling of an eye. Wondrous things
Then emerged like strange, exotic fruits in bright
Moments; gradually from a greater light.
And all that was fragmentary became
One. Since then, I've never been quite the same.
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