The fruit that began in a dream;
As it rots away a tree is revealed;
Where there is no apparent stream;
No bird in sight that takes to flight;
It is a pristine place waiting for an invocation;
It will then be transported to its relocation;
Somewhere on the outskirts of the newborn mind;
~Moses~
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