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I see peacocks dance right in front of my eyes,
They tease me in quiet; remind me of my inadequacies,
Their feathers; a million kaleidoscopes streaming,
Tell me you are kidding, as am not the one to feel it
Belittlement is not in my scheme of things, ever
So you better tether them together and keep them safe
Shadows numerous. They pace up and down the windows
In silence, they are eloquent, filling me up with sweet things
They are inviting, they are soothing, and they are peaceful
In their vibrancies, I soak in, taking in as much as I can
Mere dancing leaves; but together, their shadows magical
Wait for me, don’t go away my friends, be there in a bit
Mount Sinai beckons. I start my climb up in pious anticipation
Lightning strikes in passionate bursts, thunder trumpets and roars
Smoke and dust whirr and whirl, my heart starts to pound as well,
Heat begins to swell, my face begins to glow, and light shimmers atop
My feet carry me faster, disrupting my notions of faculties my own
In the glowing grandeur, I reach the zenith, and revel in an encounter uncommon
Whims and fancies 