Fields.

Worries melted
Separation is but a lost cause
Extending divine
From up here, even shadows shine
Moonlit suffrage
Attuned grace, rises as it falls
Fashioned with rings
Clearing plots
Condensed to extract
Recalibrating
Praying for the right
Nothing, but everything left
Waves soaked
Stoked to smudge, back & forth
In gazing one is embraced
Around edges unseen
Sight or flight
Clearly turbid 
Yet remastered, reborn
Intensified, naturally
Note the feeling emanating between
It is but fields, as far as each eye can see 

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