Blade is concretion of time and space
Face shimmering harder than because of the schism
Born In Fire
gross incandescent
Still must feel
heart And true to his groundswell
Even would we do in life
What a simple claw
A piece of chalk Table
At the end of our names
We must honor the ritual of the living
We're simply not going to dwell We
lightning storm So intensely
enlarge the gulf of our soul and still
Life along the edge, ready to fall
In the destitution of a star or tense first
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