Did I blink
or did the world wax
for an instant?
Briefest flicker,
dancing daughter of Beulah,
muse or mine emanation.
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Strong, sabled spectres
many worlds apart
wrote a word.
And in a word
their worlds manifest,
writ into another.
One spectre
whispered a portion
of that written:
"Unseemly, this doubt
thou rehabilitated kern;
spirit, vibrant and 'live.
In all things love.
Greet Death as Life.
Fate is not thy Destiny."
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Fading forms dark, vigilant.
United by vision and memory
recorded at Beulah crossing.
Muses and messengers.
Such Vales 'twixt you and I
and eternity transcendent.
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