In the meadows unknown,
Grazing on what there was
To the worries of leftover,
Came there a bright luminescence
Widening that which
Meadow was a part of,
Within whom lied the unfathomable
Immutable presence of which
Grazer was a part, meadow a mere miniscule
Which the presence stood by,
Witnessing the whole.
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