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The Journey

Premonition, 1949


When I was the world and of it too
The roiling clouds transfixed my eye
As I stood amid the dense Power
Colored steel dust blue
It lit, lit again then exploded
Grey horses five miles high
Flew on enormous and wild-eyed
Racing to obey the thunderclap
Approaching from my other side


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