Let’s Cook, Dance, Explore and Spin,
and Learn and Love and Chase the Sky again.
We’ll descend from the Clouds above,
and Burn the Volcanoes with this Love.
Dead Poets will stir and write anew,
Songs and Hymns of Profound Truths,
that lie in Far Gone, Distant places,
Eyes’ light reflects upon our Faces,
to Forge a surprising Constellation,
unknown among Elders’ Divinations.
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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.