now in the mist the question’s asked
how the earth breathes in temper held
the edges sutured the mirror held
hand-wiped the mist returns the thought
that all is waiting that all is nought
but what is next the question’s asked
the decision is yours for you are tasked
with valour for ne’er time for deceit to be
for the person in the clearing mist is thee
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