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Aramanth
by jamison galt
Life's water flows and I am but a drop
in an ebb of that which fades
in placid tides, creeping breath and
sight
expired in falls of Order's blight,
we, torch-bearers, have the image
stained.
Our affections flung on that which is vain,
yes, to the bosom of vast deeps
lying in warmth, breaking love and law
we pour forth in violet flaw
'til we fall shattered in frothing
heaps.
Yet the word went forth and spoke decree,
parting waters in two, below and
above
the great expanse, tore asunder hate
from all the heads of Israel's fate.
Christ, the flower who does not fade, has loved.