Each wretched dawn, I see you rise,
You stand erect 'midst all that dies,
In cells of luckless human forms,
You thrive among the trees in storms.
You seize the moment by its hair,
Becoming queen of all things fair,
You build the steps of conscious thought,
With strides of elephants, vast-wrought.
I find you in me from the start,
Eternal, divine Comic Art,
An effluence of our decline,
Also called Truth, by right divine.
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