Here's the poem (more legibly):
Love and Strife
But to blot
the second and
put in paces
the first's interpreters
as page and light
do that strobe-thing,
folding us in
to the carrier
fresh to prospect
in a competence
for measuring the
flexed day
and reach
out to the loving
ones, full of
chimera and daring.
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