Day and night come
Through its purest space
Like a fragrance blossom
Are their many ways
Golden spurs awake
Dressed in gown of night
Each oblivion take
To its restless flight
Times in distance afar
On flowing on and on
Billowing the mar
Till the future's gone
Faces of the unknown
Eons blown to dark
Roads that aren't shown
Recite in their embark
Light in the footsteps
For what is coming
Clear not in precepts
Or deduct summing
Like an auricular sea
Deep water deliver
Streams coming to be
From the eternal river
Day and night come
Through its purest bliss
Like a redolent blossom
The flush of the abyss
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