At my most beautiful,
I do not mind.
I watch the moments.
Carefree,
Escape through the holes in time.
At my most beautiful,
I look up at the sky.
A lazuli wonder.
Reflected in
my eye.
At my most beautiful,
I see that light.
That stretches so far,
far away,
out of sight.
It breaks all limitations.
It crumbles down the walls.
It catches a reaching hand,
As
It
Falls.
 
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