World is a bolt of inside lightening
Stony towers of explode thunder falls
Possible truths in silences heightening
After prime summer has left with its calls
New waves that come to light and explore
Thick-shadowed meteor in names of things
Something the beam didn't notice before
And to the magic of new forms now sings
Electrify transparent happiness
Dim touches of the velour in the grass
Down from the sky to delight the benighted
The glorious daybreak to become here less
In the icicle mirrored wintriness glass
That wintry weather again has ignited
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