Sung
sing what
is bare,
exact,
and steady.
guided
by gentle reason,
resting in
calm equilibrium,
swaying softly
in the wind.
delicate
as a grain of sand,
it is a fragile,
flickering light—
fading
into irrelevance,
yet missing
by a hair’s breadth.
Seen
visible
without doubt,
unveiled
before the eyes,
open
like clear day.
marked
among thousands,
crafted
with divine art,
striking
both light and dark.
standing
beside the story,
mirrored
in equal beauty—
recognized
and treasured.
Echo
so time
moves forward,
woven
into the same thread.
returning
like a refrain,
echoed endlessly
further.
a faint and
whispered chance,
rising
over all contrasts,
soaring
past the summit,
reverberating
like thunder—
timeless
and evermore.
Vessel
anchored
in absolute truth,
brimming
over the rim,
whole
and unbroken.
poured in
to top the cup,
overflowing
in volume.
soul-deep
and sacred,
essential
as breath itself—
rich
in full measure,
bound together
in truth.
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