Single-minded Orb,
I cry to you from my humble ashes —
I mourn for all the world gone wrong —
I wonder in the solitude of night
if there will ever be an end.
Big-hearted beauty,
cause the earth to shatter;
let the land collapse into itself;
bring about the day
when every pillar, straight against the sky,
will bow itself beneath the autumn leaves
of earthen doom.
This I speak withal.
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