You clasped the right hand
With your righteous might,
The left hand is dissolving in
Waters called the oceans of life.
You gripped my hair,
And faster than the hair.
The hands and eyes are meeting
With these days of your charts,
Fixing the plans of planets and stars,
Ghosts are adventures of the stems.
My left hand is in space,
My right hand dissolves in a planet.
The moons are monsters of the plain,
The plain men who dissolve in arms
Are the reckless few of the medieval
Wars, the wars of guidance and rise.
Let the hands of their weapons
Be the guide to the future of our lives.
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