light up the world
as if hope
were never deprived of oxygen
as well as ask
why fire made earth at all
and that quiet blue flame
lapping littoral at the feet of a young girl dipping her toes into the Black Sea
yellow as the sun at dawn cranks up into a new blue sky
but not with the devil working at her elbow
yet from some future peace that was rumoured to exist
even before hell made war
and that last missile knows only dusk eternal
beyond the evil Sea of Black
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