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GLORY
Slick beneath my bare feet
the dark deck
heaves and gambols
on a black ocean
trying to shake me off
like a tick.
I clutch and cling
and creep around my watch,
heavy with the charge of souls below;
Then stand amazed
to watch the giddy masts
and stencilled shrouds
describe and frame and chase
the hurl of diamonds
thrown careless
across the blacker universe.
Here, and here,
a sudden star blazes its trail,
snuffs out.
How very small I am,
How frail;
And yet.
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Star stuff we are,
As quick, as bright,
As glorious.
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