sparked on the earth which gave him birth
a grey dawn cleared then a brilliant dawn spake a language electric
and the pale blue infants fire hid among the beasts like candles casting homuncular figures dappled on the stones of the wall behind them as gigantic flickering shadows scribbling the way forward
their riders were strangers
of the past
and all the past
a man blew out the candle and smoke riddled the sky
no queer funeral of thought presided
the Priest was robbed of words like a beggar supplicates his cruelled path of poverty to fanstastic riches
bereft of his tongue
for now his confessional is silent
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