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Contemplative

 

Little creatures perfectly merge


with the only surface they know.


Beings; seen clearly as in meditation,


imagined lines of beauty 


understood, caught in time.


Sight and insight seeking to merge


before the surface is sheer again


and all is lost to forever.

◄ Titanic Ships

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