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the ever prevalent mystery

all shall be revealed eventually


all shall be unmistakably clear


all shall be what all shall be I


just wish I knew so I could see


leaves fall like drops of dew


caught by the wind in the grass


they could hold there forever if


it wasn't for the movement of


the desert on the sand lifting


spirits every morn to then reflect


the tree and at each end the end


of a web connecting you to me


and because I have put my faith


into anything I tend to get pulled


away by the ever prevalent winds


of an ever unfolding dawn and


the crashing falling playful thought


that somehow our wants could be


our needs and one and two and


somehow three leads to winding


streets that ever take to labyrinthine


questions and circling souls one


more mask in the desert torn and


thrown one more face to break the


concentration one more conversation


on into the mystery on into the wind


if i could only know if i should let go


of hanging on to the idea of love

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