Aye togetherness forming a patterned shadows
Painted upon the staring blissage from rampart
In winnowing fashion at autumnal end
Blending quietus husks with dry motions.
Season for oblation out of deceptions
And fathoming the dews in foreclosing night,
Quietly trimming the just share of day
In between the wheeling fortitude ends.
What remains hereinafter thrashing cartilages
Daring the polarized passages wandering.
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