Finite Reach of Terms
The pinnacle source
We strain to unfurl
The mind pulls apart
Seams of iron stand
Accrued throats of steel
Hammered against raw will
But the energy breaks with season
As moods uncovered what went
Secretly finite, scrawling new terms
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