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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Jared Carter

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And when at last you see one in
the evening sky,
No gyre swerves, no wheels begin
to turn on high –

But far off, there among the stars,
it is a light
Supernal, veiled – as though its spars
and sails took flight

In wind so rarified the world
below seems frail
And insubstantial, and those swirls
a holy grail.