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If only once

The countless dreams

The varied visions

So abundant

In ourselves

Could be drawn

From the inward realm

Into some masterpiece

Some testament

Extended to the world

Mature and eloquent

Like some banner of being

Proclaiming meaning

To a world grown fat

From feeding on skepticism.

If only once

In our wildest wish

We might achieve

Such beauty

That our images might linger,

Detaining those after us

With an echo of eternity.