i. | 1 |
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here is the time for searing red | 2 |
to melt away velvet darknesses | 3 |
concealed behind eyelids. | 4 |
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here is the time for lava to spew forth | 5 |
from the layers of mantle - | 6 |
the world is cracking. | 7 |
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ii. | 8 |
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heaven and hell are both pawns in limbo, | 9 |
the surface tension of water is being bubbled | 10 |
into steam latent with the heat of repressed years. | 11 |
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the gods can do nothing but watch | 12 |
whilst the earth simmers in its own heat. | 13 |
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here is the wait. | 14 |
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iii. | 15 |
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water bubbles on, | 16 |
for there is neither more or less | 17 |
than when the gods were still young. | 18 |
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after hissing for so long, | 19 |
even magma must give way to black rocks | 20 |
hoisting high their new limbs - | 21 |
similar to old, but not quite the same. | 22 |
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now, the scouring is complete. | 23 |
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iv. | 24 |
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the gods have returned to the heavens and hells, | 25 |
released after being held for so long in anticipation | 26 |
of a final confrontation between heat and water, | 27 |
though each knew that cool eventually consumes heat, | 28 |
like winter inevitably engulfs summer. | 29 |
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v. | 30 |
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a shoot pushes through black rock, | 31 |
finding a small pore to uncoil first limb. | 32 |
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here is the time for healing. | 33 |