Unmoving,
Nothing stirs,
Dust settles,
Water clears,
Only then
I see Truth
Ever keen,
Sure, waiting,
It will come
Without haste,
Morning sun
Soon should break
Through the dark,
Clear vision
Comes in sparks,
That living,
A sure word
I may speak.
Not til then.
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