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Out of the Mist I dreamt that I might find my way on a mountain path from long ago. High on the slopes of Mount Wudang, where endless clouds, flow soft below to carry me back to the time of the Tang. I dreamt I heard the masters pray on a mountain top with Kublai Khan. When out of the mist came old Xuanwu, to guard the land in the days of the Yuan with all the things the ancients knew. I dreamt my path led far away to a place I knew so long ago. Where heaven measures Yin and Yang and endless dreams, flow soft below to carry me back to the time of the Tang. Published in Blinking Cursor Literary Magazine Issue Three, 2010.
Out of the Mist I dreamt that I might find my way on a mountain path from long ago. High on the slopes of Mount Wudang, where endless clouds, flow soft below to carry me back to the time of the Tang. I dreamt I heard the masters pray on a mountain top with Kublai Khan. When out of the mist came old Xuanwu, to guard the land in the days of the Yuan with all the things the ancients knew. I dreamt my path led far away to a place I knew so long ago. Where heaven measures Yin and Yang and endless dreams, flow soft below to carry me back to the time of the Tang. Published in Blinking Cursor Literary Magazine Issue Three, 2010.
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