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Young or old, the days you’ve lived
Make up a fairytale beast
That can only, ever grow.

Every day you’re here, your days
Are more, a purring monster,
Your growing shadow. This rock

We’re all on and none have left
For long is watching its own
Beast of all its beasts grow large,

And each day you are, each night,
Your small life is witnessing
A bit of Earth’s growing up.