There's a change coming.

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It is not spring though its tentacle touch feels

something like it;

a shout on daybreak, a wild abandoning,

a slip-streaming release of prolonged anguish.

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There's a change coming.

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It is not climactic though there is something

cataclysmic in it;

oh, not San Andreas, more Dovzhenko frame-skip;

an exhilarating, montage-fantastical brain-trip.

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There's a change coming.

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It is not spiritual though a fractaling transcendence does

encompass it;

it is Vision; not Delphi nor Dodona nor Lourdes

no organised prophecy, no penitence – the simplest of divine utterance.

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The Wind is rising.     The Dark is receding.     The Change is imminent.

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 Hold on to your hats, people...

here we go..............................................................................................................................................................