When the drowning amaryllis leans
In its pot of forgotten leaves
When a terror comes over the trees
So they all turn pale and run
When Venus emerges her brightest
Doffing a sickle moon
Just after the sun goes down
With a splash of red in your face
When silence dives deeper and deeper
Into immovable afternoons
How could you not want to go with it
Into death's crystal rooms
But you must stay awake
Through uncomprehending dark
Seeds full of blooms
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