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maybe it was never meant to discern

the horizon blurs out here

where there's only ocean for the sky to meet


here

one can see the firmament

reprise its original role


to separate water from water

deep blue from her celestial twin

laid flat across the sky by the Artisan hand


yet it is precisely here

where the line's been resting

since the second of all days

that it is least crisp

and least able to discern

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