Awoken by the dust that follows
In nature's kind death homes sorrow
Radiance grips, holds tightly till tomorrow
With lost youth the wise man still snarls
Yearns deeply for advice once borrowed
An eternal etching of questions mined hollow
Archaic lands tied in knots
Limber eyes glide through moments lost
And all that is infinite never rots
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