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Epiphany

'...they returned by another road' (Mt.2: 12) .

We are a constellation of wills,
fire consuming,
pale to brooding blues and purple dull.

The hooks of a thousand dense masses
disembowel our godly trunks -
thin our fire dint to dull black;
Fate's calm and circuitous zodiac.

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