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A slip of white lurks in the night
A misty motion in air,
Its private aura
Catching all insight
Enslaving cruelly its bondmen.
But extending below the surjace
In the land of bizarre and balm
The fingernail in the dark
Graciously fades into dawn.
It stepped aside, in my dream, that is
A llowing its slaves to see
A feverish, timeless ball of light
Struggle up the debris.
Unawares that the beams were contagious
The bondmen stared at the fire,
Hypnotically caught by its glory
Their hands reach out to inquire.
Massive contagion plagued the land,
A n infinite, golden kiss
A feverish lovesickness touching man,
Alas, in my dream, that is.
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