She bemoaned
a sameness
Yet, no one has
been witness
To a predictable
hue in the light of dawn
Nor ever meets
wonderment with a yawn
When the long
horizon closes
Upon itself -
so that the sky and ocean
Disappear in
wisps as the night’s motion
Of linear
permutation transposes
Ideas of uniformity
into a random myriad
Thus, any conformity
ends at each period
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