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I've glimpsed on starlit nights a flash of light

Which seemed to coalesce into a band

Of opalescent glory, pierced through

With the moon's cool purity and grace;

A presence felt far more than seen

As the light were iron and could cut

Deeper than these ineffective words

Deeper than the praises it inspired

Deeper than the stars themselves are high

Shaming my mere thoughts into a mire

Of ineffective gropings for a truth

So well concealed it smiles at me attempts

            Until I leap up and grasp the light

            Which made me stand and wonder in the night.

Brian Hick October 2014

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