And as the thousands have said before me and the thousands will say after me:
there are dreams in the deep water: but also monsters: and things pretending to be monsters.
Time is bleeding again: past the happy birthdays and dying funerals and forever-after weddings
and mandatory Things That Must Happen: fast and flying: like a red bird in the sky.
The rain falls and my heart soars: there was always more meaning in the thunder and the drowning.
And I shall go there to the quick or not at all: I will make these things beautiful.
Beautiful like the Sun: like children: like mothers: like gracious lovers who do not die.
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