Sparkling sunlight
At fleeting sheen
crows
Fathomed drivels
Skipped the fountain
Of golden treasures
Not many bliss to pass
Days and night by
For the scrupulous
To script their winced
From the seeths of the
beneath to yonder shores
Just a vile thought at moult
For the subterfuge to verily
Catapult the imponderable
beyond
Nature's gods and goddesses
Of fortune bestow
The esoteric surreals of
The immaculate conception
You can never tell the
Mystery of human progress
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