Sparse
The gaping plain
stretching near far and wide
so free and so spacious
omni-present by your side.
Envy the beings
who see us through their eye
many routes, many means
not the same though we might try.
When day gives way.
Colours battle to survive
the injured become hues
only darkness is now alive.
La résistance
such beauty will never die
twinkling or beaming bright
so much more than just a sky.
David Bugg (2000)
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