Songs weaved out of prancing steps
in hurried summer, unruly rain-
for winter is brittle, fiery trips-
All pulverized! Past the humanly shine!
Rise! Leads from the unseen length-
when thoughts are reclined, of disgust,
for truth is the shine with no depth;
steady with gloom, clouds of the host!
Voices- dawned with the virtues-
to shed insularity, folklore of the weak,
Taught to live, beyond these words, crews-
for salutation is the fulcrum, clocks tick.
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