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oh gods, i plead to you
come down from the plaeides
to which you fled with your wild herds of light
reach up from the well inside;
into which your bodies were irreverently flung
& present us once more with your treasure
that may be carefully unwrapped
the scent of your love alone,
will fill our minds
like a dove let loose in a golden dome.
accept this man as your mount
allow him to tip his spear into the sun
& charge into the massed rank of the dark
they, arrogent, on the banks of a river of jewels
who hiss like hoody crows on the a field of the dead;
they who stole our sacred fire,
deserve no pity.
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