My soul accused me
Of a diamond tongue
That but only lingered
Between the royal stars
All else accused me
And thus I learned to smile –
A finger lifted of spirit
As clear as enamelled Fire
With wings of supernova
Carrying birth with light speed
And leaving a mark of poetry
For the absolute disdain of time.
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