That abundance of order calls worlds, whose every claim serves fulfilment. The little puts the more to shame, the more abundance adds meaning. Anger's call puts the wrinkles, subjugation's right done. Every self is subject to looseness, glossed over by another's deed, grants possession to the few. The gaze's sadness all light's pervasion in the peaceful space, insulted by the bond. The action dreams dance of beauty's splendour craves the surface waters, the dive's mightiness succumbs to fearfulness. Peaceful of holding in, the course of time imagines agility in essentiality.
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