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there is a space
just beyond the horizon,
a brightness
lingering on the thin line
that separates today
from tomorrow

beyond the here and now,
cascades of color
pierce the velvet veil of heaven
and while we sleep,
those ancient eyes
treat us to their mysteries,
let flow
truths only darkness can reveal

our space,
once so far away —
still warm, golden
— brings forth the day