| The rain was white and rare Not of this world He was going to take her there Electric To the rings of saturn To their breath in the air Put it in her cupped hands And soft dark hair Showing the universe And the apex of a pier Showing dreams gone mad Smoke rising for years Burning down the vatican Helps me turn it into words Helps me eclipse her memory Help me erase and purge I always think about Her eyes under a veil of Saturn Under a blanket of night |
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