To the world we never see,
The land we never conceive
Valleys, plains, mountains, hills and objects of disdain
The terrain is the same, the substance is only different in its molecular simplicity and mobility
The earth can shake, quake, ache, flake, break, make
The earth has beauty, bounty, serenity, complexity, the power to conceive
The earth is home to many, life to plenty and death to those who request
Above we see a world of the same simplicity
We cannot see the likeness of this world until we
Look down and see the white mirror
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