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Aura-quanta from Unconscious bed,
Springs as spray from fountain head,
Headless, body-less, concentrated abstract,
Will-owed rainbow from atomic bust.
The flow glows, turns dim and fade,
Some bubbles collapse half-way dead,
Hope-made canopies float and retire,
Time carried lives are led to pyre.
The sprouted infinite in finite circus,
Erect heads as shadowy arch.
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