it is addressed thusly:
Makes waste.
it reads:
A fleeting fear of falling
Feeling, flying free; friction
Action, traction acting
As alacrity; arcing at last
Slip swinging, sliding as
Still as sunset, yet swiftly
Taking ten, twenty thirty
Times world-shrunk past
-- fast.

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