allingwell

a shadow hovers
above the curved horizon
dormant until the first hour.
we inhale.

the shadow lightens to a mist 
washed by sunlight
beckoning it forward
to the second hour.
we exhale.

the misty sphere grows larger
as it nears our standing place
yet we do not shield our eyes
for its brightness is not harsh.
the third hour begins.
we inhale.

the sphere branches
from three lines
and we, in awe of the mysterious scene,
enter the fourth hour.
we exhale.

we watch in awe of all we have
as the mist grows into a glowing
six-sided solid mass
and the fifth hour begins.
we inhale.

suspended above Earth's edge
the shape establishes 
final boundaries.
in awe of who we are
we stare transfixed
as the hexagon on the horizon
bursts into flame.
we exhale.

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