Memento Vitae

Life lay'd me down amongst the glade
And hushed and rested watching still
There saw the story in the blade
And read that all the world was ill

The river verdant banked to sky
By nestled deltas from the well
Sprang inflorescent ink from why
There broken letters broke the spell

O! Master editor must see
His works corrupt by day and night
And Time's errata will set free
Such glory future I would write!

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