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conspiring collectively
discovered by chance
the morning sky awakens
to a glorious harmony
a melody of perfection

through the breeze
and over the shores
deftly flowing further
than the uncounted trees
just beyond
the imaginery borders

mystical to all
experienced by
a million seeing faces
touched by the hand
of the invisible one

boldly advancing
pressing against stone
delivered to the end
submitting to nothing

attentive to detail
patience unending
observant with purpose

stretching still further
across the heavens
continually in motion

quietly approaching
the cusp
touching the twilight
day acknowledges dusk