Incandescent

I have fallen while the stars of endless
endless sucking skies have sucked me down.

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Here, I have lain broken on the burning
lawns of Hell— fingers, arms, soul— stretched
to the point of no return to catch a wind
that sings and does not sigh with the souls
of a million million soulless men.

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I have slept and dreamt of rising.
Dreamt the cool nakedness of space
beyond the shell of light that sucks me down.

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And I have spent my fists with the soulless men
against the blackened skies of Earth,
the blazing incandescent trails of souls
arriving— falling no further.

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To dream this night of rising
and the cool nakedness of space
once more.

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