the first thing i think of when i round that one bend
is how a world starts where this one just ends
the magic, the quiet, the shock and surprise
the ebb and the flow, the fall and the rise
where once there was shadow, a light can be seen
that minuscule sliver of charming moon beam
the certain uncertainty keeps up the ruse
that entrances my eyes and besieges my muse
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