Purple eyelid
On steel paper
Purple fold
One vast unknown
Setting yonder
Prepared for sleeping
I really am
So far from home
Arching backwards
Deep in the meadow
Smell of blood
The wind has teeth
To my left
Death does linger
And to my right
A golden wreath
Come the vulture
Come the dove
Coming silent
Coming undone
Recall the future
Infinite love
Infinite violence
Under one sun
Go on and simmer
In the gold
Let your hair
Fall where it may
The sun blew up
In a blaze of glory
You may never
Bring back this day

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