See
how the wind rides through the heights
Out
of the terrible place where the golden were taken
Gathering
– from out the four corners of the earth
As
was promised long ago – out of another age
The
gilded – that with the dead body lived and waited
Those
who knew their place where eagles gathered
Where
all the sighted wrong-ones – lived in spirit
Unseen
– not understood – mistaken in identity
But
in a future world made new, held in the crystal sky
The
far, further realm – above the barrier skin – above
The
black sequined sky the beaded bridal dress –
The
starry heavens that was the roof of Earth.
What
was waiting was all here and the Life that did it
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