The pastel tint warmed in milk of the moon
woven from astros from oceans the loom
that it fulfills in its culmination
body to soul to everything fathom
the eggshell existence carapace home
as extends to its free freedom free form
and for that pure reason the purple blooms
like a bubble between waves of fusion
the unanswered question is an answer
absolutely anything appears One
as it nurtures a mirror opened Poem
sheer celestial heather heaven on Earth
thriving on the nutrients of Glory 
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