cloud of dew, bring reminder of old and promise of new
the only assurance is that it comes
purpose of my mind drawn out
in action or enclosed in fear?
to my words give ear
a song to which i know the tune
but with surprises i wish i knew before
or do i relish the surprise
craving the widening of my eyes
over the regularity of my heart?
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