there is only one of me, for all time
our destiny is fixed
a reflection in a fragment of gods crystalline eye
this point in space, itself,
an elm leaf falls gently
his veins full of water now returned to the sky
the iron grip of saturn
my sister, the wind
carries his carcass across endless fields of lavender;
laying him to rest in the soft earth of our mother
'peace, my child' she says
'this too, is illuminated,
by my grace of one thousand suns'
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