Our minds probe
Beyond nature’s fane
Cloistered in linearShadows amongst
Red pines or cryptically
Crafted into epeiricSeas where wings
Dauntlessly skim atop
Cresting waves, butNow the breadth of
Our vision is steadfastly
Fixed upon eleventhDimension clarity
That we might reconvene
Our primordial harmony
Wonderful, Rob!!! And, so great to see your work on MP!!!
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