Poured from tall vessel, held over
Existence' ground-floor, in space
Of life's first splashed impressions, do
For them rock-stymied trace.
Or breaking off, in revulsion
From gurglings' emotive thrust
As a tranquil-collecting pool.
In mayfly's and moonbeam's trust.
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