Syllables swill the dregs 
From altitude's spitfire

Fast turnaround
Assembles the word
And belief follows

Frothy faith is a tongue
At the tip of an ouroboros
Inspired to stay until
It's wrapped around itself

Leaves won't leave
Until the signal bell 
Starts the autumn fire
And their return

Defies cycles 
To spring early
And more often
Than a given season's whim

Memory stirs the smoke
And makes room for 
Ten by ten surety

Bonded equilibrium
Ensures original quality
At pixelated edges

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