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| Picture By Phil Lister |
Passing through from night to day
The line is crossed at dawn
Compass points of rearrangement
Cups of movement dipped and drawn
Tides have turned where turning back
Submerged then drowned the undecided
Swirling in a twisting wrench
Misunderstanding dreams confided
Trumpets sound with beating drums
Overpower resounding voices
A rush of motion force momentum
Smother old ideas and choices
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