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Master of None.

Undulating

Uninterrupted

Waves wash

In.


No

Point of origin

Except

Out there


Longitude

Vast

Latitude

Expanse.


The mother

That birth

These natural

Frequencies


Allows us

The hubris

That we command

Anything


She understands

Our natural

Frequency

To conquer.


While hers

Is Existing

In celestial

Rhythm.


But when

Taking in

Endless

Blue hue


We realize

We don't

Command

Anything.


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