And the breath that ooze
From pale dim earthen fur
How such tears fall from the
Frozen smoke suspended high
What beauty made and
Fabricated out your tender fingers
Craft such tiny leaves
And throw them down on lilies
Pick a darkest furthest place
And see a familiar stranger
Embrace this cradling black
To find heaven in oblivion
And fall back down
Down in Heaven Black
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