sensing changes in the air, turn around but no one there
Perplexing orbs dancing light, spinning sparkles join the night
Intuition inadequate word, a spectral voice my name I heard
Reverberates my mind with chimes, must talk in turns, one thing, one time
Inside my soul knowledge springs, spirits news such hope they bring
To follow clues senses collide and then poll the source sixth sense decides
Understand fleet foot is life chock full of plans beyond this strife
A ripple in a pond, a ring in a tree, a day in class, the bell rings at three
Lampost in the dark for those to see, like moths to a flame they come to me
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