Hail these burning fires that moulder the sky red and blue. None are left without wonder horizons so beautiful and cruel. Throw down the plow wake to this dreaming now. Look up, be still and listen idle for a moment. If only for the world to inward creep. Bird take to wind to give the sky measure. It looms above infinite and deep. Give me second silence from worries never to sleep.
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