Herein the lights prolific, gentle and accustomed
With the measure of lids drooping black hole
Imbibing the glory of shimmering tutilage,
Aftermath of kinetic darkness well saved.
Primal flickering of lonely candle encompassing
The lights generated from the starry dimension
Incubate the desertion precipitated on surmises,
Each reflection upon the mild water of tank
In finery of conviction within the fishy world
Will seek the beginners wading the impasse.
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