Cradle
This day there was such as spoken to me, and it bore with it words most harsh.
And it called to me as if-
a pearl of the horizon, shine-worth and
unbearable. and as its tears grew louder its sparkle returned and I saw
and its cries were of such starkness, such emptiness
and i wept
bitter thoughts was it that i wept
which rose once more to a bandaged heart
and for that i cried
and the damning and the lonely were lost of my thoughts
and now of that very heart i am awoken
of the rest of a thousand sounds
by the rest of a thousand sounds
i awake once more
to cry, to love
and to die
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