even if quiet, even if calm.
Let this day be your balm,
its fire refining and its gold to stay.
Let it silently open sweeping scenes,
reaching beyond the human view,
stirring pools, and waking anew
your hungry lions to celestial cuisines.
Turn your gaze from the tired looking-glass,
its colorless story
and endless maze,
which were once your grass.
Deep riches be your glory.
by Karli Krueger
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