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Before A Secret Is Told, One Can Often Feel The Weight Of It In The Atmosphere.

Poetry Is A Good Medium For Revolutionary Hope.

But Still, The Other Voice, The Intuitive, Returns, Like Grass Forcing Its Way Through Concrete.

What Always Seems Miraculous Is When Aesthetic Necessities Yield An Insight Which Otherwise I Would Have Missed.

Even In The Grimmest Of Circumstances, A Shift In Perspective Can Create Startling Change.