“Before the dust settles
conjure the magic
dissolve into hope;
Who’s nightmare? Who’s dream,
Which joyful event? It’s tragic
Which scene?
Before the dust settles
Frantic is still
It’s brewing; the storm,
Tea sipping, the calm.
Which way are you turning?
Nobody knows why?
If you’re expecting an answer
Be granted; a sigh.”
-Brocarde
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