Filling a loop

 

The dawn has opened its snout

As a white embassor

Of unearthed wonder.

We are to account to it

And paint its walls

In self-effaced naivety.

It always works

As a foolish knack

That makes our lives substantial.

 

Whoever used to speed with pleasure

Will greet yellowish wolves.

Take your schedule, for example.

It is a molten child.

We never learn our lesson.

 

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