A hole in the night sky,
Low dark clouds before a high light, a
Total city sky envelope surrounds about.
Appeased me, surprised supine empire of
Love undisguised, rerecovered.
Time before, behind me.
What is wreckage? And what wrack?
Mine! My breath, our being
Bleeding, breeding, a
Beacon in time.
The hurtling hellborn bright
Beetle-black majesty my soul --
I recognize everything, and
Spring surrounds aloud.
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