Transcendent resplendent
Falling apart
Made of tommorows
Today's form of art
Wanting forever
Way off the chart
Ways of ascendence
And standing apart
Peak of the highest
Known to depart
From a shot of
Creation
Fired from the dart
Hitting the target
Straight through the heart
Born from forever
No ending
No start
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