I screamed so loud,
I could taste the sky.
The stars became buds of light on my tongue,
And the clusters of galaxies
Poured into the tangled sinews of my brain.
I became one of billions of sons,
All circling the heavens
In praise of our life.
And yet,
I was alone;
My father and my mother
Were absent,
And though brother and sister spun beside me,
Our wandering was without course;
Our wishes were without wisdom.
We were blind;
We had not been raised
By the stories of ages.
We had come of age
In a time of tragedy
And of sober revelation.
I screamed so loud,
I could taste the sky,
And I cried so long
That a sea of sadness
Nearly washed away the world
From the valley of my soul.
I saw, as I swallowed the horizon
And unspun the earth from the sun,
That the future cannot be held
But by a bleeding heart.
For the survival of our species,
I prophecy our death:
And when we rise again,
Reborn,
The earth will smile like Zeus
And heaven will shine its light
Upon each and all of us
Forever.
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