You have pushed the sun
to fall over the cliff,
Love to fickle,
And pulled down stars
to betray and break down the moon
To give birth to night in Mars
Who do you think you are;
To push age fall over;
tumulting, tumbling, somersaulting -
and not rolled by sequences and pauses
Of nature on spot, in space, peace and easy?
The noon is soon
to vengeance
and restore.
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