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Koan

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Out of the dead hour
There appears a bud
Grasping for acceptance
By the eye

Give it a try
C'm'on, what
could it hurt?
Resounds in the
Adytum of my
Ears like yesterday's
Concerto, today's
the day to make
the decision
where you'll be
tomorrow

On and on and on
Like the bud
Whose dormancy
Affirms the certitude
Of life