Plant a tree of glass and iron and burnt stone.
Drive it deep, a spike in the heart of the matter.
Make your stand, keep your counsel.
Drive it deep.
Let the world
and the heavens
and all the delights of creation
whirl around it.
Whirl around you.
Wait a way.
Wait for the end of the world, a spike in the heart of the matter.
A spike in the end of the world.
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