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rebel angel on a blue background

rebel angel on a blue background

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Mazarine is the mirror �
�ill-tempered and moonstruck
By the hammer-blows of time,
Severed now at the nape of the blood - �
�And rudderless in panic, �
Flung like stone silence �
Somewhere over the Atlantic. �
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This first life �
This last life �
So much gone and still �
One long fortnight to go �
With clumsy hands and cluttered mind;
Perilous now upon �
A purposeless ledge of sky �
- the bluet heart �
�� beats out of rhythm with time. �
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Shall we persevere on
Fraught with fragments, flogged of sanity?
Shall we relinquish life
�To redeem life?
Vacate self �
�� To rend meaning from the madness?
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The wind whips -
The controls are turned �
Towards the sky which is the ground
- � �The bluet heart is the pilot
Lost in vertigo - the bluet heart �
Screams into clouds. �
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