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aware / unknown
After an ancient rest,
a long blinded sleep,
awakened,
I rose knowing. . .
Uncertain how
how I knew
in (now) knowing
it no longer
seemed to matter
how. . .
I knew.
What matters
now,
is how,
do I,
in the know
get You to
know You
more than
the universe
has
permitted.
Petitioning. . .
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