Inches of Precision

On a charcoal-crusted beaming night,

Drafting peppermint, lunatic wind,

Swaying across timelines and zones,

Breezy branches and parchment rolls,

Spell of spellbound horizon tales,

Cast a space-bound charm. Look yonder!

Winking beings on whimsical missions,

Or whimsy a grained-mask for shushed motions?

Randoms never exist, all's carved, here and there...

Quasar rains, tailed comets, or a cuckoo's song—

Mapped out in inches and degrees, oh precise wonders !

All and every, moments whisper, a charismatic sonder. 

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