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The Yet to Be

Things for the eye to seek.
For not in anguish does the
wee little ponds
an eye for
a figure
the enactment
of slow swaying from above.
Had in this capacity
a shade a mold of a future
after a waters passivity
clears its bed of shade.
Sakes for the thought
of something momentious
and become clandestined 
as the yet to be.
Livid clade.
Brought from a breezy take.
Willing to let heartese
bring its page
out of echoic tidings.
Aria pageant play.

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The Yet to Be