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Gist
Lurking in the murky mist
a glimmer lies peripheral.
Invisible to the blaze
of stare-eyed gaze,
uncertainty is determinant.
The gist is missed
until you look away,
disengage, and let
the quagmire ooze
belch its quintessence.
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