lift from the shadows golden

lift from the shadows golden shape of time
at all our words echo the many sounds
of beauty and the ones that it surrounds

no one can hope to cleanse the heavy grime
as long as each of us is within bounds
lift from the shadows golden shape of time

the ordinary reaches the sublime
each sort who praises truth and then expounds
on all that's worthy needlessly astounds
lift from the shadows golden shape of time