The Times They Are a-Changin' (I paraphrase a man greater than myself
Though I am no man) in this season where I reap as I've sown and see --
Proof luminous of fruitful labor emerge teeming pause (tadpole-like)
Enchanted (in poignant tedium) and see mine eyes lit up with a motley
Fear or hope in reflection (behind my eyelids fleetingly reconstructed)
I do not see really, but I am indeed this -- girl teetering upon two plates
Shift from moment to moment (glorious) then drifting like sand 'tween
A child's magical fingers and falling into the awaited realm of prophesied
New space and time and soul purified or transfigured -- I am the created!
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