Sonnet 1
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How like dreams is my absence, balanced scenes,
Such warmth I've felt in the wilderness,
In this place I was born an Atoms scheme
What old tales I remember more or less,

Yet in this clime I was removed from time,
From the makings of my own world, released,
Becoming just another leaf in rythmes,
Without form I was dreaming and in peace,

But the earth called out in hope abundant,
Envisioned fruit, light gleaming from the tree,
Piercing my world, my dreams, a heavy chant,
Such yawning wake, my...