At first we proved ourselves to be
against the rule of youthful blood,
then disillusioned grew to see
a comparable geometry.
When stars at night pinprick the void
some see fair beast, some trapezoid;
the moon, dissected, arcs its course,
proof of surcease, caught asteroid.
The sand nor oceans blend to mud,
pass on their planes: infinity...
or withered tree -- and yet the bud!
despite frail bark and failing wood.
And so an annual gone past
we see that nothing here can last,
not love, not hate, no coordinate --
all circle back, redrawn, surpassed.
against the rule of youthful blood,
then disillusioned grew to see
a comparable geometry.
When stars at night pinprick the void
some see fair beast, some trapezoid;
the moon, dissected, arcs its course,
proof of surcease, caught asteroid.
The sand nor oceans blend to mud,
pass on their planes: infinity...
or withered tree -- and yet the bud!
despite frail bark and failing wood.
And so an annual gone past
we see that nothing here can last,
not love, not hate, no coordinate --
all circle back, redrawn, surpassed.
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