in the mourning they rose to speculate the future
they faced each other the lovers
small white clouds leavened the horizon as powders of every colour scurried across the land then burst at dawn to pepper the earth in strange condiments
the risen Christ in the morning sun dazzled all believers
they knew no path the lovers as a baby is gathered in her mothers arms to orient the bright new noisy world of its birth innominate
in the future the duet grasped their fates in the past
night fell and every planet swirled like confetti at a joyous wedding
bejewelled petals cherise and all fragments of colour
were anoited by a nacreous mourning moon
they faced each other the lovers
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