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i look up and the moon is present , in its place of time ,
the clouds making still faces and , though the wind blows ,
there's a star somewhere near there , shimmering through to ,
a not another present-in-time star , veiled by the variety facades of space ,
and i long to complete the triangle , so viewed by me , if it was present ,
to believe in shapes and sizes all and , like hidden desires of the wishing well ,
to believe in beauty lying beyond and , like the ordination of galaxies in score ,
to believe in the coming awake of truth , like the illusion connected forever .