Far, and
A longer space
Yet near
In closer degree
You beat
A pulse
Out of my palpitating heart
Life has a meaning
That pour immaculate hours
To our pristine glory
The rising sun
All life;
Even if it struggles itself
Till the last, setting in the west
Far, yet near
You feed an eternal whim.
How crazy I have been
with the eyes open
and, still not seeing
The play
Behind my eyes
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