Time upon the wood

Streams of white and burnt embers,

Drift and splutter

wolfing within the wood and splinter

split, smash and corrupting.

Enter and exhaust the dripping

flow of time etched upon boarded divides.

Divide they do,

But do they combine?

The black fails not the ruby,

Yet faint gold succeeds,

To bring forth and shine.

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