words:

Awaken. Dispel the song and gaze upon
the arid wilderness. 
The snares mourn their prey.
The child invokes the matriarch of the sky.

Atone! The passion of lovers has failed.
Sift through 
the wake of Eurydice

And find the broken loom
still adorned with silk 
yet rusted
find the broken loom
still adorned with silk
never to weave again

he said "For I was sick and you cared for me
Naked and you clothed me
For I was homeless and you sheltered
In hell and you walked with me,"

Turned for one last glance
and beamed against the scorching void.


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