Hills of Light
I was embedded in
Higher than sight.
Tossed by whom
This gleeful amethyst
Into the womb?
Of Earth's filth,
For soul's degradation
Esteemed as tilth;
Of Hell's verge,
Dimming all my facets
Jesu, come purge.
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