The skies are blue
but I picture it in black,
no white clouds above,
no sun that secretes behind.
I see the scattered gold
and all the jewels
that shine apart,
gleaming in different forms.
The mother pearl that I see
and all the objects
in the milky way
thrown loosely in space.
A creation of splendor
that human attempts to measure,
yet the find is obscure
for the creation is inconceivable.
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