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By Jack Joseph Smith
Caspian
When she was then
A lady of the lake,
From there, bent in a curve,
past the stars, for her,
would be the wincing in a brush
would seem usual
for her this was
Hurry now, put life to a rush,
for you have watched her
As we may be in horror
of family crystal shattering
So huge as that drop,
clashing,
of course, are stars
lit by the cross of her fingers
with The praying and the gazing
Night after night,
as a way of life
No a nestled fantisy,
rather
how you direct the dream
of life,