Rebirth

I see it rise
up, up so high;
it’s blackness fills
the world and sky.

I see it rise high above
this world once great
that killed the dove;
God is now dead.

Today the pain
that we all feel
is our rebirth;
earth’s even keel.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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