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Vernum Purgatio
Who shall purge the earth O vernum purgatio Love delayed its birth Spring lit us with fires Shooting messages like leaves Winter wipes away When the dross is gone Nothing shall be left but dunes Without memory Mulch was once a man Before the trees were shaken And gold turned dreams brown Winds twisting the sands Has left no landmark for faith, Trust oasis dries Yet I drink belief Not from dry democracy But in sharing grief The common pain bonds Us to the common fear, we Find the ash fertile When the fire is gone We may plant things without salt That burns the aged wound Spring is flowers time And birds singing, not eyes brined And blind stones with wings Where is the river That scrubs the stones white with froth And wash soils to naught? The rain raged its flood Now streets are covered with mud Clotting up the veins Can I tell you, love I do not hope for peace still It buds from a dream I'm half cleanse by winds Prune, and light from dusty moon Nothing there but rocks. Vernum purgatio Visions perish on the tongue Nothing there but rocks
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