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A Strange Calling
Some sort of experience
That calls into question what is real and not real.
Windows may open at any time
Or any place
And the windows
Are made of crystal, sharpened by air,
Rotated in
Elemental upheavals.
There the labyrinth
Leads
To another labyrinth.
A disappearing face is a face appearing.
You were meant
To be
The unseen.
Published 20th Aug 2022
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