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Masterpiece




countless figures of

splendor —

immeasurable,

painted across the scene

of a starry cosmos.


touch the colors,

trace the lines —

these creations from dust,

this cast of divine portraits

of pure existence.


and these visions — alive,

adore the grand artist

who wished them

onto this stage

of motion and music —


but it’s the canvas —

the silent source

for both painter

and painting —

unrecognized,


that is the brilliance —

of this eternal

embrace.


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