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Feel itbut remember, millennia have felt it
the sea and the beasts and the mindless stars
wrestle it down today as ever

think itbut remember, the most exalted
are wallowing in their own bow-wave,
are no more than the yellow of the buttercup,
while other colors too play their game

remember and endure the hour,
there was never one like it, all are like it,
people and angels and cherubim,
black-winged, bright-eyed,
none was yours
was ever yours.
Source: Poetry (November 2009)

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