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What has dead week held, what will finals week reveal? Something has changed and for the first time at the end of the quarter I am clueless.
Page by page
Thumbing through a history
Who is This that planned it all
Wise enough to know

A passing perception and a fleeting figment
Tis something I dare to venture to see

Something written about a hope
Something about a spinning wheel
And something worth gazing at beyond such a thing

Worm to butterfly to eagle
Such a ludicrous thing turned reality

Frozen cocoons
Preserved in perfection till their time to bloom

How do I handle what I see?
As I thumb through miracles
As ancient pages and words appear
here in full flight

-JG