Miracle Beneath Red Suns

While still earthbound, I could inflict unconscious doses/a sight of a hostage/ making his way / by road and river,/living with a stump/ he vainly tries to walk./A reflex of breath/ subtle call from comets//explains how Man strays/He vaults unknown objects off cliffs/made from rosewood/smell of ashes/he sighs in relief./ Vaults them off azure cliffs,/ they crash in calls to empire,/sound like choirs;/ now he walks, / footprint trail like cached hearts.

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