Weightless and formless it dwells
Silent sheath of the great abyss
Frayed edges looking to be undone
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Whimsical and discreet it floats
Disguised modellings of child’s play
Roving piercing eyes see none
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Ticklish of the secrets it guards
Teases with views of the beyond
Mystic muse for fairy tales to spun
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Broken and splattered it moves
Witness to beginnings and ends
Luminescent of the moods of sun
An Armchair Perfectionist 