Passing
When, as I inhabit the face of cause,
a sterile forerunner would remove
the faith that I would know
as mark of gesterous life -
Consider once, the time in hand
that cores the low.
As misery, the sceance of attention
incites or regulates thee at my haste -
So passing life,
in form of apprehension,
predicts or fazes not
. .. . . the store of waste!
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