Something has happened.
Its apparentness, non-recallable-
The strength of complexity has risen,
With complimentary falls of held restraints.
Shall it break through the barricade?
My heart lowers and heightens through a tube,
The effects easily shown on each movement
Upon slippery lubrication, once parched.

These reflections of the Out-shined Sun,
During the time of vigilantly lost epochs
Had laid buried behind blustery clouds.
But now, oh, now, the rain has fallen,
And landed within anxious puddles,
Cleansed clear with murkiness,
Painting previous abortive thrusts
In it’s mirrored image.

-Will the puddles dry and leave continuous
Remnants of ancient anticipated adoration?
 
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