In a bid to change the weather
I dreamt the world forever
Fell in the ocean;
The fault, erosion, mine.
But the split released the spirit,
Of the earth, and who revere it
Cultivate a science
Of the signed.
Signals to salvation,
On the byways of creation
Point in all directions;
Falls, ascensions, twined.
ABYSSINIA
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