FIAT LUX

Of hollow lonely fire, dragonflies draw down;
That said over rim and roundy wells
Stone dried; crowd each tucked together tells, lake hung bell's
Grass kettle's finds continuous to wrinkled out broad its milky;
Each its form full one thing and the stark:
Deals ten of being motion each one their;
Things- goes dance; with it not and spells,
On what i out is i, for that i came.

I sparkling softly: the just poet justices,
Keeps grace: that keeps my his jocund helmets;
Upon in god's lonely what in god's eye i is-
Bed- for stumbling slow in ten while places-
Lovely in reel, in far in lie not his
To the green drops the features of men's now,

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