Whom he was fathered by knows.
Still warmly face-turned of
In the sun, what Terra, out-tumbled
As a world -body of love
Has for contrast been cast in.
What no night's glow, chilling
Comet-shed matches, nor day's, eclipsed
Man on man's blood-spilling.
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