In this city of steel rivers
yesterday I saw the sun rising in waves.

My world is ending, and I will celebrate
its time of death on my day of birth.

I will spring anew, somewhat weaker
somewhat wiser, and more than confused.

Now I hold the helm, at a slow pace.
Leisure is the provision of the ignorant.

I see sparkling sunlight and I will feel
snow showers and hope for the best.

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