Verses at Dusk Upon Pentucket Pond Outlet Reservoir

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What catches the eye

the soaring of sight.

Flutters the soul.

Thumps of a heart beat.

Astounding mysticism

saturated by contemplation.

Composed of the very isolation

of existence.

Ethereal impulses.

Electrically charged atoms

of joint imagination

Better captured by the eyes.

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