Because of what Thou didst when
There was not yet a Then
In image of its unappeasable shade
Every creature is made
Not the Present is Vanishing
But, being its own Banishing,
Nothing is more Vast
Than Thy unpropitiable Past.
Envoi-
Prince! Polish off the Tsirelson bound on Time's River
Wine is the dust on the Saqi's Mirror.
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