the white of Dawn - the red
of dusk - mix
you will have Soul and
Heavens
You will blood
drop after drop
up the cemetery roads
of groans and creaking:
mix
mix
humble grave-diggers
throw up the soil and
earth
the frozen crystals of
broken hearts and
wild despairs
my Monsignor
too
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