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Pinks clouds, with blue air mixed,

Sprawling across the dimming sky

My eyes flitting from cloud to cloud,

The sky seems to leap out,

Out of the slits of my eyes.

These eyes, they trace, 

Every single ray

As far as they can see

And blocked by the horizon, are,

Contained at the precipice of eternity.

These shapes, these colors this expanse affords to me

Yet how much there is that will never be seen -

There one tree, two, ten and then many

Till they dissolve in plenitude, 

And become a green smudge pasted on the horizon,

Like a smug smirk -

Of the nature of all things, obscure and fleeting.