Is sometimes, subtle,
And sublime,
Like a rhyme in your head,

You can’t get rid of, or
At, times, make sense of.

Not one you tread on
And bend to your will.

No, more like it floats in,
And whispers of something
Larger, and broader.

Waiting for you to come farther
Then, maybe, you’ve been

In some time, or
Better still, ever portended
Was possible.

A limitless landscape designed
From the imagination, and the
Innovation that lives within.

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