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For clarification of the term “Nova Terra,” readers may consult such recent posts as “There Will be a Separation,” “A Correspondence Worth Printing,” and “Visions of Nova Terra I -XVI.“

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There is no recording of this poem because as she prepares to make it the poet can already hear her targeter’s “birds” warming up in the background to disrupt it.

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New Beginning

We from before
Bring lessons learned
With new ones now
Become concerned

A pause, a breath:
Consider we
That which may in
Our future be

High potentials
Visualize
With hesitantly
Hopeful eyes

What will occur?
Perhaps we’ll grow
To be what we
Inwardly know

In outward sameness!
So resolved,
We gaze on mountaintops
Enthralled

Then set our shoulders
To the wheel
Again our strength’ning
Muscles feel

Put feet upon
The humble road
Percar’ious
Balancing our load

Knowing if we
But step ahead
In faithful time
We will be led

Unto the eminence
We crave
Only be true,
Only be brave…

For, think ye, from
Where we began
In those years past,
Which, as they ran

Beside us, saw
Discoveries
We had not dreamed,
Whilst wonder seized

Us at each turn
Upon the unexpectedly
Contorted path,
It dipped and we

Where overwhelmed
By black despair,
Yet came again
To open air

And when we’d gained
The clarity
Of an unblocked
Promontory

Reconnoitered
Our surround
That our true progress
Might be found

Astonished to
From that safe knoll
Gaze down upon
Our erstwhile goal!…

So stoutly to
The harness go:
Under the Sun
We can but grow

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