Classic Poem

Region of shiftless equilibrium,
The curtly undulating worlds
Weave insolently in your heart,
Like icily-forgotten tunes of atoms.
Time, with a slanting hunger, gropes
And, in a virginal precision, takes your hand.
Circles, no longer arrogantly round,
But like a battered primrose dripping flame,
Are warps in nature.
No line is straight
But lifts long, passionless rhythms till it meets
Its parallel in drab exuberance.

Region of shiftless equilibrium,
Be not concerned by tricks of time and space.
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