Within the cradle of a burning core,
You wither down and find yourself well worn;
As untold pressures crush and shape and bore,
Your substance is assaulted, broke and torn.
Then just as you think you can take no more,
Through flames and righteous heat you are reborn;
An all-consuming diamond in the sky,
Extinguishing all other lights nearby.
We map and chart your growth and range through space,
And mark your height against the kitchen door;
Creating patterns through which we can trace
Your progress against those who came before.
But all your truths and stats are out of place,
You do not fit the charts that we speak for;
And now we
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