it is addressed thusly:
A recognition
it reads:
The morning sings and
  as it sings the endlessly unfolding
world appears
first in mists and then in
radiance faint and fleeting.
And as it sings it sings of
the loneliness of creating
(twilight's bitter blessing),
woven into the fabric of existence.
Then more urgent it sings
of hope's beginning
with glossamer forms appearing
until the cutting edge of sunlight then
Triumphant color floods the world
and shouts in all the colors of the spectrum
its love resplendent.


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