to use its gold crown
to beat it about its head
to see where love has led
to wars and bloody floors
we were still dancing on
a permanent earth having
relinquished a temporary heaven
this is the return to the before
green relapsing to yellow and blue
where all the content empties out
into the estuaries of autumn
into the dim panoramas of pity
where everything is made
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