before the shutter of sentience
and we fall at the foot of the sun,
there are many risings.
let us not, then, shirk
our confession or our convalescence
in hoods of harrowing;
in consignments of death.
for crossèd ashes will surely
give rise the phoenix again
and most high flight.
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC
before the shutter of sentience
and we fall at the foot of the sun,
there are many risings.
let us not, then, shirk
our confession or our convalescence
in hoods of harrowing;
in consignments of death.
for crossèd ashes will surely
give rise the phoenix again
and most high flight.
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