"Come, kindest steel
That speaks blood- songs
In cathedrals of the stars-
As nigh unto the Infinite
Swift Honour takes my soul...
Judge not my years too
Small a vessel
Worlds to full contain-
Love's tender iron long swaddled me
With Pain my suckling nurse...
So poised be now,
Salvific blade,
There 'pon this beating portal-
Enrobed, enthroned, majestic then,
Within my bursting heart!"
With rallied spirit
The thrust's...
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