Tale of Vision (c) 2019
I rise amid the shore
A faceless conquistador
Holding within my hands
A predestined life plan
How visual! Yet how opaque
Is the great escape
Oh spirit! I cannot mask
Quite fitting is the Basque
Oh heaven! Can I not stave
Away from the murky haze?
Is all that we live to see, to be
Just a dream in prophesy? _JNAHA_
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