tear the sun up stiffly
drag me out to the clearing
into a glistening prehistoric world
of beer and grain
under the eyes of gabbing seekers
all night i am restless
and night itself is anxious
jumping at the least warning
a wonder at human brilliance
shines from the throng
the possibility of succor for all
dulling at last the fangs of war
when the sting enters the balm
relief sounds like a gong
no holier pain in leaving sings
winking or walking out or wings
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