Cracks in space,
fabrics of craquelure,
an iridescent loom of wonder,
mysteries, myths and lore.
Cracks in space,
an entrance to chronicles of old,
translucent foliated recesses
of lingered history untold.
Cracks in space,
chaotic web of dots and lines,
a myriad of constellations
rejoicing in our awestruck eyes.
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