"Dusk
When the whole whale-road
turned timidly to tinsel-shade,
and night-blanket nestles near
into the inmost inches—
I thanked the Tapestry-weaver,
the Wise-man who watches
while sky-tears shimmer down sparkling,
as if all angels cried
beautiful water-beads bearing light.
Neither kings nor noblest men
can conduct a coastline’s ripple,
and bend the black depths back like He.
But He who hears from heaven
the tumultuous tantrum of sin-tears
restores and redeems the wrongful sighs,
and places a sweet sparkle on the sea."
--Lisa Cooper at Alliterative.net
"Pyromancer, are your visions from the sparks, the embers, or the flames? Anatomist, where in fire's body does our future reside?" --@ctrlcreep
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