To eradicate the centipede,
To eradicate the yawning sense Of inequity, of hollowness, Hypocrisy and virulence, To refresh the lakes, to restock the cove Between two islands, to eradicate The killers and their handlers, Who fabricate and exculpate, So that the good can raise its head (Can we believe it? Outside this home? Outside this mind, outside this hand?) The gray cloud, the polychrome Fire, the shadow across a planet, The fire that burns the stones and caves, (We are waiting for) the light on the pier And the flame that is glinting on the waves
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