to the wind
that takes them away,
I give my seeds of light
to the darkest soil.
Manifest in veins of breakage
the hilltops sneeze with fire.
Liquid bright gymnasiums
dissolve on riveted horizons
the sighing in rows of chairs
bells rung from a high computer
netherworlds mapped in the snakes
of some alien covenant
the heads of helmeted steam
that overlook the bureau;
no thinking thing,
no decisive fragment
can overcome the wrath of days
let the hymns fall fast intact
and the depth of dammed rivers
govern.
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