Fizzle
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- Feb 2, 2022
Eastward he casts his eyes
Where a pall of cloud veils the horizon;
Yet from behind that vaporous shroud,
The sun presses forth:
Its light not fully seen, but felt,
Refracted, like truth glimpsed
Through troubled glass,
Assuring him
That the day has already broken.