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When next you see sky night,
See black by miles covetted,
Those bold iris' beau behold you,
Then Earth becomes but a bright dust,
Enjoined by a sea of light, falling within,
Flux. As sobering tale would crease,
Clad in those robes She observes night,
In her, night is the default light;
From such a fold, any moment and idea is light.
Each iris reflects one world, ere another refracts.
So, now I ask: what ideas have you this night?