The summers collect themselves about me now Nothing suffers the cruel prism of vision Servered limbs from a recent storm litter the ferns of time... I could give the world away Do! Amor fati- the love of fate- and know little of the tree beyond the apples. Many afternoons, stark quiet things like infants hands for no other reason than a love born fresh pass without equation into night. The wind dries the cement city of her horror Children in the night streets light the fire that was once my hearth. We have held in the unraveling heat too long beyond the time; the weight asserts its laws in the garden, the stone, cut only by time, the time ornamented hope, twisted roots tracing foothold for memory. I have put myself at the wall of all there is and wept Apotheosis of being and looked amazed to see the wall still there rising above the sea of all suffering knowing that we shape the cave with our bare hands and here we light the fires that light the world. Generations will pass the uninhabitable morning ciphering from our bones a human certainty.Birth sign: Capricorn
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