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O flower
O flower
in the paving cracks,
carved in relief
by Spring’s chisel:
you’re a foot in the door,
a field post-war,
a Tower of Babel up
towards the blazing cup
from which all light will pour.
in the paving cracks,
carved in relief
by Spring’s chisel:
you’re a foot in the door,
a field post-war,
a Tower of Babel up
towards the blazing cup
from which all light will pour.
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