Spin the ebb
of the earth inside these blackening petals,
when our
shadow have shrouded the sky that tolerate us.
Give me the
roadmap pathway to the crest of a globe,
enlightened
with cherubs, awakened endeavors,
sliver of
legions,
immortal
makers inoculated by
the core of
nightfall.
-from [The Paper Womb II]
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