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All Hail
"All Hail"
Within the sky of blue,
embedded liked jewels
the many hidden colours,
the truest hues
arrive in storms,
where all the hail
like eyes falling
from the vaults
of heaven
melt bad dreams,
and the better,
lost in cloudy vision,
are drawn back in
and up again -
all hail
the Inclement
and their
cloudy whethers
Candide Diderot. ‘24
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