There It Was

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Soul Poetry

There it was,

all along.

But clouded eyes

couldn't see past

the dusky visions of

their own making.



Like an epiphany,

there it was,

ever and omni-present.

Manifesting itself

before me

like an apparition.



So obviously there-

it was.

A phantasm of reality's

making,

in stark-naked

view of my cloaked being.



So long was I blinded

by the tug of doubt,

the pressence of uncertainty.

Yet, there...

right there,

it was.

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