Civilizations carry no guilt of that pointed
Oblivious memory, a hairs-breadth of devastation
Spreading inside the beam of sun's impermanence
My cellular epiphany, of distinctly visible creed:
Yearning inside love's captivation of my privy soul
Heart's storied dwelling chest, to contain but calculated breath of possibility
Blown forth to fire your altars self-consummating flames
And countenance the credulous history of rumored emancipations.
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