Future calls to visionaries
With a voice so subtle that
It's only heard in whispers
Born on gently curving winds.
Sighted knowledge bears ideas
Filling oceans of the mind,
Giving nurture to the fruitful
Garden that we tend.
Scoffed and mocked and laughed
about
For laying bare the plots and
schemes.
Still unscathed with brow well-set
In seeking out their wildest dreams.
Always there, just out of reach,
An overflowing treasure chest.
Visionaries reach beyond,
Clutching diamonds to their breast.
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