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storm

the autumn of a civilization

shattered crystal

shards fall through    time

and everything we were made for also

falls

whom once created, now destroy

too easily, under these hands



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shards of that ancient glass,

souls,

tumbled through time

find themselves here

edges smoothed like beach glass

softened; holding memory

recognize each other



*    *    *



eden, again

aged souls for a moment become

    innocent

love expressed through

insertion; receiving



hush.  do not speak. or

attempt to capture in words this



*    *    *

sweetness.



when this place shatters again,

millenia from now

fallen angels off to other missions,

only this will be left.