each grain from the infinite sea finds its place on one, then another, of countless beaches; and then another and another, till broken away it is, and vanished in a clear solution, does energy become, swirling back into oblivion, bringing from the mix the thoughts of thee and all the others that saw the sands ebb and flow to eternity; the lollygagging chorus make, in its wasting, a sound now reaching far space where time enfolds and, lost, becoming all events before and after, fuels the creation of tomorrows from yesterdays..then faint, becomes, forgotten the silent internode from which the universe springs, full-blown, again.
Worlds Bliss - Medieval Songs of Love and Death by John Fleagle
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