Long and low, these labyrinthian hours

Taper between moon and sun.

Shadows of our vital powers

Throw farther, nearly done.

Sent all away, barred the door,

Kept out to keep within.

When the pinnacle hemorrhages more

Silence instructs the inmost of man.

Turned once, the earth revolves again,

A kaleidoscope of hearts and hands.

Some inflict, redeem, resolve,

So it spins round where it stands.

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