In Crystal
P Patti Masterman
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Our future’s locked in a crystal ball,
Perhaps not seen in the world at all:
Hollowed echoes of some grand design
That lives in vision, not in time.
The future comes on soft sighing feet
And cloudy dreams are given wings;
Be careful of what you're wishing for
And what those futures may hold in store.
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