The world was coming to an end again.
The body that never could walk well and now
Could no longer properly swim swayed
On the double stem of bent legs, a lily
Of forgiveness offered to a cosmos
That invented sin. The sun wavered above
The ice fields and far past the atmosphere.
The way to be done with all this is to forget
The fear of the finishing, the pain, and begin.
The body that never could walk well and now
Could no longer properly swim swayed
On the double stem of bent legs, a lily
Of forgiveness offered to a cosmos
That invented sin. The sun wavered above
The ice fields and far past the atmosphere.
The way to be done with all this is to forget
The fear of the finishing, the pain, and begin.
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