In staining succulence, overflowing
A rising mathematical sky,
Precision falls too easy- rushing
Sand ro rock, coals to diamonds.
The blood of the land found
A closed improbability,
Streaked deep in solemn earth,
Pulling in over out in rapid course.
The sea became a broken sky,
The globe curved beyond as
A bare heaven showed jagged streams
And its store of forever sunset.
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