From the end of aspiration

For the sum of what remains

We are crushed against the outer edge

Of a circle by your gain

The endless spiral you venerate

Suffocates and grinds

What's left of life in paradise

The sacred few left behind

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Perpetual rise in a finite realm

Can you see to the horizon?

Can you see beyond your vault?

The scale tips ever further

The fulcrum subsides

Equal once more

Buried under the ash you wrought

Yield

This is your yield

Can you see to the horizon?

Can you see beyond?