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In the mighty mornings of nature,
The cock heralds the crowing death
Of a fast fading, see-through moon,
As time has picked clean the remnants of dawn.
A new sun now burns the vapours
Of the heavens and earth's
Night tears of dew.
Watch the wisp of a wind
Cause the grasses to wave,
Like some onshore sea, as
My fertile valley, now rests
In a festival of light.
Rigid mountains cast their shadows,
As far as a dish of a lake.
It is here I stand, fearing nothing,
Save the impending blindness...
Of invisible night.