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Kindred II

Kindred (II) by Michael R. Burch Rise, pale disastrous moon! What is love, but a heightened effect of time, light and distance? Did you burn once, before you became so remote, so detached, so coldly, inhumanly lustrous, before you were able to assume the very pallor of love itself? What is the dawn now, to you or to me? We are as one, out of favor with the sun. We would exhume the white corpse of love for a last dance, and yet we will not. We will let her be, let her abide, for she is nothing now, to you or to me. Published by Songs of Innocence. Keywords/Tags: moon, pale, disaster, disastrous, remote, detached, remorse, cool, cold, coldness, inhuman, inhumanity, lustrous, pallor, love, itself, white, corpse, corpus christi, rise, risen, time, light, desire, longing, romantic

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