A glimpse of the noise,
a light from beyond,
reflection of coming,
and going that's gone.

Possibilities void
Infinity's wrong,
to see even sums,
a mirror in a song,

Tomorrow has voice,
the sky sings it strong,
knowing is one thing,
today's ding gets donged.

A fraction of choice,
a pick of the throng,
holding and hiding,
for all gets will be gone.

Is it in poise,
a silence of fawns,
fearful of dying,
while searching for dawn.

Keeping us moist,
banging on gongs,
all things relying,
On Earth who is mom.

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