The Earth salutes the day
Principally at dusk
The red of dusk
The water twilight turn
Then to more red
But never lose conserve
That twilight streak
So things and Principles
In themselves however
Revolutionary
However the times
Yet
In them always a minimum
Conserve of the ancient log:
So as a pointed pencil
Ever-pointing be
Figure of new civilization
The newer be.
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