Mystery
It is in the mystery of things,
structures holding hidden truths
at their core, riddles surrounding
the unknown and depths
as those concealed
beneath sun glazed seas.
It is in the breath of a morning mist
devoid of distance and detail,
a voice in the vast hush
of a star filled sky.
It needs room to imagine
and ground on which to play,
transcending mere fact
to enter into the enchantment
of the sublime, writing
its masterpiece across
the pages of space and time.
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