Days found and lost
Into the bursting life
Moment’s waves passing
Dark or light ways
Something to be lost
From multiplying reasons
Over to there from here
Circling through and on
Yesterdays coming lost
With its turning impression
Everything inside to blear
Lucking the keys unknown
Sun and the moon showing
From the clouds afar
Diluting moments through
Never restoring again
High and low occasions
Waves to doubtful shores
Dreams some oceans away
Tangles in lives highways
Some paths barely seen
With threads of the passing
Stained glass multiplied tincture
Encircling new forms
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