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. LMhvkQkqu+jGpQPXcRyRqJ/9qcsbUTutsviEKhfW4Ij18a9Yz1Lamiils5o6d8aK
