Tears clear dust from the eyes

Might I, if no one minds, crawl from the

rubble of this world

to speak of what you’ve done?

To note the earth below the collapse

and the sky above it, light piercing

the gloom and colors born of its shafts,

and greet the other rubble people rising,

shaking dust from their shirt,

weeping, believing

and starting again?

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