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Surely hope is not a vanishing whisper in the hum of traffic whizzing by

An inexplicable twinkle amidst the countless multitude of Artemis' eye

A hiss, a whisper, a secret never told

No

Hope is what I saw

I looked through a simple looking glass

clawing at the walls of understanding

and through the minute speck of brilliant light

Hope twinkled back at me

Still a naiive babe in the void of clarity

I tried to see that speck once more

but that curious one, try as I might, was never spied that night

I looked through a exquisitely decorated looking glass

But hope I did not see

But then I found, whilst turning around, hope smiled upon me

I accrued hope's prize?

Nay

I merely see why I have it