No photography reveals heaven to men
So wand will replace lever when shutter catches slipping swells
A quill will quell the acoustic talk in the cave
Divine darkness drinks the color and saturation from our earthen home
Upon silently staring past our door agape
Specs of distant suns move to not fro
A deep space gradually traces the unlit side of a cypress
Ornate limbs look like a still school in a teeming sea
Around another setting its fractal place is picked parsley
Even echoes warm a cave
Now we burn our given home
But no fire so great can extinguish
Only change the skin of sea.
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