Moonshine
Shining
Gestation almost full
I feel the pull
Cauldron hot and
Simmering
Bright eyes shimmering
Slowly stirring
Reading the elusive message
In the restless, loitering
Dancing bubbles
Resting my weary head
To completely understand
Oh, the simmering cauldron
Burns hot
With the message of the
Coming day
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