flying o’er obsidian crosses

you weep mercury tears for jade butterflies

& pray to a fey chorus of childhood voices

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we carved your shadows on desert ashes as a symbol for your requiem

and waited patiently for your tears to illuminate

our frangible lapis lazuli stones

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but thy seraphic symphonies were lost beneath the seas

& thine alabaster hand recorded our history in

faded lachrymose indigo ink

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we remember gossamer dreams of dies irae

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awaken—