ceaselessly
caught between
two worlds of wonder
one of which
i revel
in a beauty
yet untold
watching it unfold
in muted ponder
another
so disheveled
that i shudder
to behold
ruthlessly
comprised
of pealing thunder
underneath
the undulation
lies a plundered soul
pandering
the plight
of its condition
haunted
by the light
ever lingering
on yonder
longing
for an answer
to it all
Max, or Not 
I think this is now one of my favourite pieces by you! It’s absolutely lovely. It has a sadness and a clarity to it, with much beauty.
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Nicely express
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