Twilight hitting me in the mind, awakening it to new surroundings
and spaces, floating into view, giving new perspectives and changes
of reality.
Tokenly, being transported and transformed into genuine beings,
acknowledging every nuance and beginning.
Finding stars traveling perspectively into subconsciousness,
allowing views not ordinarily perfect from any angle, like right
now.
Solemnly, playing from hemispheres of totality, as each portrayal
straightens itself for pontifical sermons.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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