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We will see nothing

Until we see the logic 

Of a dove. Or until 

We derive the causes 

Of fire from the ends 

Of all the fires of the 

Earth. We will not 

Sleep until the heavens 

Return to us dressed 

In the light of old age. 

We will not rest. Our 

Rest will not become us 

Until the fire dies out. 

We will extrapolate our 

King from the ruins of 

Derelict appartments and 

Controlled demolitions. 

Our only light by fuel. 

We will dig God from 

Where he lies buried 

In a field of starlight. 

Our love will be honest, 

For it will not speak. 

Come under our shade, 

Child of the dark, and we 

Will read to you from 

The words of our Lord.