On the horizon far beyond
The waking moment, the dusk, the dawn;
Over lights of cityscapes
The lonly dreamer, the shifting shapes;
Past the edge of wild night
The 'ternal sleep, the depth, the height
Through the fridged breath of air
The life we make, the fate we bear;
Down each path, or unmarked way,
We choose, we sow, we reap, we pray.
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