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When the Sun does proper Obliterate our sound The witnessing then A day like Monday Where vlad is anear And you were verse- in my Heaven Unto this quicksand Do we save the World Intoning rewrite In space return AMOLED by pay This bright esteem Given ages- by recommend In you,- the most decent In faithful view- to this Sun In front of the obverse,- we raise the Sun at day And work anew- to this fold

In better time The war into a shape Unbrightened candle Democracy to find Reverse this light Of mayhem peer Another landing- to this dawn Wearing cable- for this night then

And in service to the poor Any of us would Remay in Heaven- as new esteem Judgement in those eyes To walk as we are new Professing chains- upon this door

The deeper lies To be unsold The pain of never Free as air

In placating the Moon Better skies to be Big and small And raking new Upon our hands A bitter know The taste of here Within this salt Every codon Within this man Sees a colour And he is joy

A place A chaperone Too much for this lot To be all then The harvest and renew Games in Heaven For frail then And to friends; And among you,- the paranoid Our only paradox Redeemed at near Heights ahead To mercy of these olives Ever bent To file a poem Re-energize The fate of mine And land And Heaven And Rome

Then freedom here To cut our olives Making gains Within the poor Our summon- and our way Could this be wise- to own humility What then at bay Your sacred and your song Graces then- Between you and me Flights in Heaven Landing near In esteem to might The decorations be A prayer in Haskell- within this light

What a year The shining and the new Our double meanings In empty time To all forgiven But faceless in our know The night of dancing- as though alone What to then The burning of the lantern To guide this land- This love To tomorrow I’ll see you here In Palestine.