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He reached out over chaos and fire of earth-man; His hand cast shadow 'cross that which He had built in dream He heaved a sigh which was so strong that it cracked the red earth, dry with the war of figures from His dream His brow, furrowed like the pair that is space and time, dripped with drought's end; rain would make the earth-man rejoice. But when the fires of celebration yet again grew too high and bright, He painted the earth in silence and turned head as His dream and all its creatures crumbled. Yet hope had not departed from him wholly; there was always next week.