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"The morning comes quietly
It's all but appeared.
A thought to a fallen year
When time was stalling star.

...When in comes the solar flare
A light on a mirror.
I look to different man
Than the one I had feared.

Like some kind of fated apple
Picked for prophecy.

I picture a different hand
Than what was presented.
It brings me a vision of
What once was resented.

How fickle a former life.
How strange to remain
In the throes of a yesteryears'
Familial pain.

Did I rise from the scalding ashes
Just to burn the same?

Out of the blue
into a dark dark night,
I was a fracture in the light.
Taken again
To the place where I'd crawled inside;
I can see now ain't no thing was prophesized.
All the time is a lesson learned.
I have seen the other sides."