Portent

Bats have flown and

Owls have spoken

All that’s left

Is what’s yet woken

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Malignant night

Set clocks ticking

Soon the sound

Of alarms screaming!

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Dawn be soon

From delusion’s fate

Mutants flee

Before the light rakes

–

Stretching muscles’

Complacent stake

Wisdom’s depth

In breadth, widely-wake

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Capacious mind

Our fertile ground

From shadowed depths

Our most profound

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Humbled by daylight

Clearings swept

Watered by tears

Our sorrows wept

–

Plant a new seed

And we will gain

From deep furrows

We live again.

Cheung-Ling Wong

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