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- Cultivator
- 2022-05-20
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- We're coming up on the end of the Eschaton, you and I,
- and for almost a year I've planned for next month to die.
- But it's impossible to plan for every contingency.
- What are we to do if May passes and I'm still living?
- I've kept this faith secret in me, learned every way to hide
- and still let through a sliver of this lightning kept inside.
- There's so much love you've planted in this garden that's my body
- that perhaps, if I stand still enough, others will see my wings.
- In the birds that convened outside my window
- gathered in a flock until they took flight,
- in the blackened tree branches that scraped
- against an ashen gray sky,
- in the first blooms and blossoms
- of my garden in birthing spring:
- if it was good and beautiful, I saw you in everything.
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- CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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