Monday, December 14, 2009

The natural order.

The world is gently falling into place:
We can thank this plunge
For the capital heat,

The spinning oceans
Busy and volcanic.

I can see the untamed system bursting
Into perfection
Where harbors grow

Where what is bereft of the savage mark
Would have been so even in a state of Peace.

We are bloodstained; we did it right.

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