Here in September,
Fall takes an eternity.
A spark, then an ember
Ignites that old injury.
The Apokine's lance,
Fished from antiquity,
Is given the chance
To rewrite its history.
The shadow of one,
Or two or infinity,
Can't be undone
Once meshed so perfectly.
A bent antenna,
Broken off quietly.
Symbols to come,
New kinds of divinity.
The voice of the idol,
She rings out for liberty.
Righteous and prideful,
there's a new discovery.
When this war is won,
Chimes signal our victory.
When the rigour is done,
We'll dance
In June
On Kalliope.
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