Of instants, not a single moment;
A constant, low-toned incantation
From secret books whose words can foment
Susurrations in the holy
Fabric of both space and time
Whose mere reverberations wholly
Elevate us, so we climb
To newer heights we never thought
Were possible before we heard
Their inspiration in us, sought
The promised beauty in each word.
This slow increase reflects the way
We brighten up each passing day.
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