Shapeless water art thou,
that glistening flows
down the stream
- Silvery blanket with
gallons within?
Formless cloud art thou?
Changing place and shape
as time and wind passeth thee
- Smoky amorphous with
mercurous diamonds within.
Cunning chameleon art thou?
Although feature-full,
turneth circumstantial
- Nature-made that deceiveth nature.
Thou art misleading.
For like these,
thou need this disillusioned, murky nature
to be natural,
to set unending shades into one and every streak of light.
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