In shadows deep, an inchoate dream
Whispers softly of what’s to come
Formless thoughts in twilight gleam
Nebulous notions start to teem
Like mist-wreathed figures, some
In shadows deep, an inchoate dream
Potential lingers, a muted scream
Waiting to burst, to become
Formless thoughts in twilight gleam
Ideas coalesce, or so they seem
Yet slip away, leaving us numb
In shadows deep, an inchoate dream
We grasp at wisps, a fleeting theme
Our minds alive, our senses dumb
Formless thoughts in twilight gleam
On the cusp of revelation supreme
We stand, awaiting the sum
In shadows deep, an inchoate dream
Formless thoughts in twilight gleam
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Bob Lynn / 09-Nov-2024
