Everything is going
Filling that stands still
Losing to old glowing
Never to fulfill
Line to a line drawing
Empty in every take
Through present pawing
With its future quake
Down into old exhaust
Imagination wending
Some get tossed and lost
In their transcending
Endlessly still to come
View of ages that wait
Where every root is from
Growing new mandate
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