It can come like a storm
At the start of your life
Or like that tree that blooms
Once a century then dies
It can appear in a dream
When you see you're dreaming
Wafting between the scenes
Diaphanous presence
Yet still in a body
In yesterday's clothes
It can rise in the geniuses
All around you these days
If only for a moment
You can peer through the veil
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