.      Jack The Dull Boy

  He's looking through a
    crystal glass he sees  
   a cloud, it’s Nimbus &
   a lyre, no wait, there’s
   a mist, it’s a gold harp
  embossed in silhouette
   must have come from
  the well of the rainbow.
It’s tilting lilting draining
   gloom dissipating and
as darkness slowly turns
to enlightenment a poem
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