Every element craves this interplay,
March up, oh Time, aeons cannot seek more.
Mirror, you gave matter deep themes to score:
All the pulse's implants, beats, amaze.
Run the final scenes which Nirvana plays,
Every will can shape new terms, brazing four
Skeins as one, to cup charmed life, and thus draw,
Connect, the theses life impresses, show ways
Hopes here are met. Run, let false cares fade, fray.
Each idea Truth raises, throbs, therefore
Man's senses foray oh so much, tried sore.
Meanings chain me, chousing cramp rhyme's sway.
Airy is the charm, an echo pure mimes joy,
Revelation sweet, whose light rays all enjoy!
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