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Imagine
Imagine
ourselves alone on a metal planet
What could we speak
of love,
Surrounded by steely mirrors only,
Black skies above?
Could
rusting deserts ever yield
One soft caressing phrase,
One tender word, a single thought
That wouldn't stab or graze?
No
kinder modulation
Between rough extremes
Could give a
momentary rest
Within our jagged dreams.
Nothing of moist comfort
To those the blast has skinned -
Only the truth of all we lack
Speaks in the bruising wind.
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