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family poem

my son is dead and i am going blind
on and on
looking beyond
there is a city, builded by no hand
brother, i am fire
the sky
to clothe the fiery thought
be in me as the eternal moods
and my name is truthful
when the veil from the eyes is lifted
winged shadows sweeping by
uplifting, as the wind blew

 



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