An iron clutch without hope of release

gives way to an embrace

where death and dragons are vanquished

with a kiss from the once dead lips of the truest man.

Yesterday, too ordinary to see –

today, too bright to miss –

unless you were looking elsewhere.

And the happy songs of women

tell of news we should never have heard.

Dullards refuse, and, breathless now, men must admit

what was then has become heaven’s now.



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