the dream unfolds like petals of a clockwork
this is the strange silence before the storm
where the air halts by an invisible hand
to rush in bursts of wind to scatter all color
i am calm as if my eyes know the curve of the road
breathing at the pace of a lion before the pounce
quietly to gather my senses, and dive in
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