We sing with white
voices in a wilderness
We dance beyond the thin line of what’s
real
Something vast and lampless trembles
over us
A galaxy of black butterflies to cover
all
The feeble tomorrows that begin yesterday
Here’s where everything begins
yesterday
Where we discover the true name’s not
to be
Read aloud nor ever to be felt on
our lips
Our tongues in such light as no sun claims
In such great naked pain this mournful
Thunderous noise sunders the ancient forest
Lays the timber bare and flat now noiseless
Lightning shines on the last
inflection of life
Where everything we fear is consummated
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