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EOS

Perhaps the dawn will be overcast -
Vast, or painted flush in fresh
Streaks of scarlet, nevertheless, by a master brush,
In indelible ink sincerity that doesn�t blush,

Brash, unbridled, in the compartment of
The contents. Made so, only in appearance
To have a clearance to senses condensed,
Giving access to eyes on the skies.

O� �How she comes with the height
Of beauty, time after time, in timelessness
And on time, every time, the mystery
Of that which is sublime, a subtle scheme of rhyme.

O� �How aeons could be devoted,
In devotion, to the delicacies of her intricacies,
Utterly delectable, yet beyond utterance,
A most sacred solitude of silence -

Speaking volumes in tomes of light and shadow,
Shadow and light, shape shifting � shifting in shape,
To be seen aright, through just the right� �Prism.

O� �Wisdom of mystery � Mystery of wisdom.