The Fall of Sky

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Old before the birth of life,
This ancient shell,
Worn thin by fierce and frequent strike.
In powdered crash of crust,
In world of once upon a time,
The fall of sky,
Through whisper thin uncertain air,
Laid waste your unprotected land.
And yet,
With time,
In dust of age,
Across your lined and weathered face,
Your burden of encounters born,
The temper of your beauty traced.

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The inspiration for this artwork was the geological map data of the moon.