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Welcome Death and Sunrise
On all I have never seen,
Save with my slumbering eyes—
Blinded by what lies between
This fragile light and loneliness
Of a vision I yet hold dear;
Breathing in the emptiness
Of what has brought me here.

My seed, it could not grow.
Alas! such a blossom should die.
The petals I never will know,
On autumn breezes passing by.
I feel within the warm disease,
The angels that lay beside
The forms that no man sees,
That in my heart reside.

This cloud of smoke and death
Is the only peace I know.
Embers and ashes of my breath
In the thunder and the snow,
Where, in the dawning of the night—
As much a chrysalis as a tomb—
There comes at last to my sight
The growing and the dying of the bloom.

© 2021 Marten Hoyle