When light careers to depths of shadow’s black,
The world becomes a red from blue’s lilac.
Whatever hath a bloom to breed askew
Will set itself aright so allocat’d
For life and then for death in trails eschewed.
Thou hast no other eye to see but blindness,
No sound to hear but silence, wrought to high
From low and low to high, that reeks of kindness
But binds naught but a burden made to lie.
What builds from birth will be abat’d to tombs
Of dust that builds no more as desecrat’d
To fragrant beauts that wither like perfumes.
The portion lot to worldly parts divide
The rifts of space and love that coincide.
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