as the wind douses a candle and kindles a bonfire."
- Francois VI Duc de La Rochefoucauld
I have found you, sweet girl
we must get lost
among the starry celestial fires where
you'll remember me
as the morning stars sing together
and the ocean waves bring us home
Ours was an army of angels
and all-not-yet-invented
where love bleeds its deepest red
with its tenderest mercies
and whispers heroic moonsilver
brilliant over our bodies
fierce with inhaled intent
and blissed panic.
It is us who moves the world
and us who will pull it through
not one heartbeat will we forget
with every measure of grace
we will escape into life
before our most brightest star forever
expires.
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