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Believe, first,

And your mind slides and slams

Like a bolt into place

And your Will resolves

Into focus

Like a friend’s face suddenly recognized

In a crowd of strangers

And your body tilts, gaining speed,

A toboggan down a snowy hill.

Believe, first,

And your Will follows like a shadow,

And your dreams will find you

Like the ground

Rushing up to meet the maple seed

Spinning in its helicopter joy


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