Riddle #5

Countless fathers watching endless sons.

Passing fault and nobility by blood.

Distance for the coming of age.

Find a cadence to pierce this space.

Burn the cold, infested dust.

Watch it swarm everything touched.

Give radiance patient chance.

Feel its strings dictate stance.

Let it appreciate in time.

Know at once the meaning of blind.

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