seevision

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A glowing feel to sounds up in cave.
The circle lantern,
a little light and the 
doves flourish out in 
procession where one knows where to feel.
Arrow aviary.
Forlong estuary.
Planets light.
Question of imploring vehicles of
arbor night
and elements to dream.
This is the sun and moon lenses
to see the procession they make.




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