OUTSIDE
Outside Orion's Belt, the
prodded plovers push on
towards their fabled excellence;
gifted diamonds and efforts speak
to hearts, of love and loss, appalled.
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Those starved for any of that send
their new expectations skyward,
birdlike too. Human-formed; 'midst
Diaghlev's endazed dance and croon.
Soon, their crescendos rise.
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The stalwarts rattle all creation like
a fiery breeze. Churlish ghosts ascend
to engage the night, eternal charismatics
swooning the sceptered mass of Man,
with its haze of hate and fog.
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What more to fade dissolves away,
anon, away. We are the night, and
they - they are all beginnings.
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