seevision
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Colorful, massive.
Spinning, twinkling far away
from the seeker
holding an object.
Bearing to the azimuth
outward salt seas.
Then fog as of making
its own effectual night
a sound passing
a crescent showing
in a glass linking to me.
Spinning, twinkling far away
from the seeker
holding an object.
Bearing to the azimuth
outward salt seas.
Then fog as of making
its own effectual night
a sound passing
a crescent showing
in a glass linking to me.
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