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New

Poem

A quiet mist was upon the world,
Of all life near no heart uttered a whisper,
An expectant silence claimed its empire here,
Mysteries trooped to this pregnant hour,
An inevitable moment of far consequences,
To shape the world and its courses;
Bare peeks by dissolution floods drenched,
Looming like a titan urge that knows no limit,
Of the possible or feasible, only a rude can
Ruled that realm, a cataclysm of formation new.