I thought the world black
After glimpses into eternity
And balancing there, hanging just above dawn
I saw the purity of it all.
See how my eyes were widened
Into spectacles of passing fright
The snow white branches were sketches of pain
Silent temples opening to Heaven's sky.
Spinning in recognized emotion
Dizzied under the skeletons
Finally whirling all of my thoughts to a close
As it all slows down to rest
Captured and flailing below fate
Settled down to rest on my knees
Looking up; beyond the near burning wood
And the trees were whispering death…
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