The noise of living growth against rusty iron
Blasphemous like an inverted crucifix
Just a clanging shutter [says the iron]
A dissipation of energy turned outward
A glittering constellation of sucking breath
That bright flickering flame of infancy
Rude empires reaching toward horizons
Freedom echoing down the open road
Like a newborn song eager to conquer
They pull aside the curtain called wonder
Celebrating, midst the constancy of iron
Singers of holy melodies yet unwritten
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