the shining one, sarana, Eva
sister of the moon, April`s burning,
pumps sing in the earth, lights morse
as all men shudder, one will lift his sword,
you have fallen in a river, a flat stone
your eyes curtained by smoke,
your face a shell; a city in thunder
the Furies will hang you;
a burning tree falling without remorse,
let all be filled with joy;
you will be black for Paris
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