I sight priceless celestial pearls
So seemingly randomly unfurled
As carelessly splattered speckles of paint
Reflecting the reminiscent remains
Of some artist's latent.
Time inhibited, how vast a cosmic vacuum
Put under the shimmering moon
Casting her cruel shadow of gloom
As a tombstone on the entombed
Or spaceless hoards that ran out of room.
Quickly the morning star appears
Announcing - new day's birth is near.
Unfooled by the moon's brief mastery
Pretence put to its proper place.
Shrouded into obscurity
As night-watch attests luminary.
A conjured spell so quickly unspun.
Pronounce "glory!" to "The Risen Son!"
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