For Him I Sing

For him I sing,

I raise the present on the past,

（As some perennial tree out of its roots, the present on the past,）

With time and space I him dilate and fuse the immortal laws,

To make himself by them the law unto himself. KDT6rHW5sQS4q+8l5sOM3lgUP/Koff0vhB3br0jjmxFUfHmxQ+nHZgrsihvj/Y8v