Solution

I’d like to write today, but need to rest.
A mystery of decades may relax,
and offer up a pattern to suggest
a pathway through a maze that’s paved with facts.
A recent recollection has impressed,
illuminating myriad attacks.
I want to take a day to play a clue,
from origin to utter point of view.

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