As we look on through the 
Telescope of silver
At the far way sapphire 
Marbled with emerald.
We begin to see a beauty
Unrefined yet polished
By an otherworldly
Patriarchal presence.

The goldmine of discoveries
Beneath, through and above
The protective shroud of 
Unseen things, as well as
Those visible.

Elements you 
Say, with your breath upon us here.
What lies beneath and what
Lies above is known by only 
The few who sate their thirst
Of the heavens and don’t 
Allow the fires to dry up our haven
Of solitude, peace and tranquillity.

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