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Light
Bird of fire, cast as a thread
of copper Adamant in heavy ocean's air,
calm me with your warm bed
of destiny and glass prayer.
We fates sew the sky with light,
a line of beacons to guide the way,
and comfort coldness in uncertain night
with laser truth to seize the day.
Come, Ozymandias! Reach your great arm
to heaven's dome and roar,
stride the desert sea, in raging calm
and nuclear hate-love awe.
Gaze, king of kings, at your infinite field of black white.
Prove your mastery; rise, fly,
loose every dream from night's dark chains
and cast them screaming into the bright sky.
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