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Nascent and rich

With ephemeral gold

Precious lucre

That flees the tightest hold

Commonest thing

Surfeit in the fresh-born

Blessed unto

The wretched and

Noble

Squander

Waste in

Profligacy

Ignorant hands

Cast off freely

Endowment once

Glutted and bountiful

Coveted

And bestowed without toil

Stripped with each moon

Whittled down to the core

Filched neath your gaze

Consumed from one and all

Bountiful stream

Once held in numb repose

Cracks in drought

And grips in mortal thrall

What you would trade

For meagre slivers more

Truest riches

Squandered by

Intransigence

Youthful folly

Turned to futile

Lamentation

Known in wisdom

Tearless mourning

Make your peace now

Crux Ansata