This wilderness belongs to the wild white sun.
Its impaling force has grown us from mere dust
And giddy childishness.
It's stain is a seething blister open to the world
As it is the painful, wounded world we seek.
Years before I was born President Kennedy ennobled us,
We all cherish our children's futures, and we are all mortal.
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