Wrestle Me You Finite Spark

There's several ways to catch me up:
Up to Golden Altars Run

Growth won't come by catching up – the cultivation overcomes.
A life in time won't grow at all, it's time and life that passes by.
Growth won't come by catching up.

It's a big event in history; to push like waves an accident;
that cultivates a rushing wave of foolish stuff.

There's several ways to keep in touch:
Loving arms do lift me up

Wrestle me down into the dark - wrestle me you finite spark.
Incidental wrestling calls for consequential things that come.
Wrestle me down into the dark.

I've got arms to fight the dark; these hands attached to other arms;
they've got sparks that cause alarm!

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