Fragment 23:

By the river-form,

cupping the forgotten grace of a moment

dreaming of beauty for the final time.

~

Fragment 24:

Magic used to reside here.

Steady your feet ahead of these jagged stones:

they reel and capture and rip open

our numerous, swollen despairs.

~

Fragment 25:

Ashes, minerals, a burning hope

fell inside the human heart

a prophet linked the chambers of fire

by example, and words were weighted like Silence.

In disappearing, Hope burnt expectantly in doorways.

But the doorways remained open, promising and still.

Then the night sky drew a more formidable canvas

on which we might paint

-and it was then we saw the end of time.

~

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