Like orange stars the sparks shoot off against

the indigo night. They soon fade away.
But in their moment of life they unfenced
my spirit, which had this statement to say:
"Like preemptive light, I must fly ahead
of the time and the space in your present,
so that when you and I lie with the dead,
they'll all say we did deeds that were decent:
They'll remember how nobly we suffered
when our flowers were left to putrefy,
and our petals were stomped and recovered
just in time to lament their loose-lipped lie:
You lived in your dreams, embodied in me,
and though maimed and aged, your heart is still free.
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