Pause, just a moment
For that junction, of true
Knowing, what you see
Is that moment, for you
Take, a shallow breath
And closely listen, to me
As my words, are the question
That tells me, what you see
Hark, my cold words
Within the symbols, I write
Where that sliver, of a mind
Becomes the shadow, of light
The concepts, that I see
And the visions, I show
Are still, not quite here
And neither real, nor unknown.
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