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I am the colour blue, it's the closest to heaven.
My life-breath feeds on inspiring luminous pastures without protection
All that stands still or moves has turned into grass in seldom niche
In celebration of my much-extolled blueness
It is also said that I am surprisingly unfathomable
Those who know my exact whereabouts say so on oath!
I am happier to realise this in my lost but similar addresses
In this nature that spurns all limits
All awareness turns over
In a winking of my hypermetropic eyes shield by cyclic glasses
My serpentine power looms throughout those beings,
It shows us my destined parts in tis' vast anatomy
Me - from the number one to its zillionth decimal - are
A unique curvature unto thyself
That has no outer shell nor has any inner space.
I am brave and beautiful when my logical aspect are worn on this body.