not yet formed into crystalline reality;
still smudged and blurred with pale dripping colours.
Fogged by a shadowy half-light
an arc of colour lifts itself over the horizon
and in its majestic throes, the sun emerges.
Day becomes clear.
As day passes through its never-ending cycle
the shadows grow longer and the landscape
takes on a hue of dying yellow.
The clouds turn magnificent shades of indigo,
yellow, pink, orange and purple
as dusk rears his sleepy head.
The sun sinks lower into its blanket of night.
Its last golden rays give a luminous glow to the sky.
The half-light returns,
giving the same definition of infinity to all around.
Silently, the world melts into darkness;
the starry blackness created by sunset,
which by magic becomes sunrise.
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