With these eyes I can see:

The troubles of this world – all consuming blaze/ to exchange these eyes for an intimate sight and return our fears to its depth.

“The fire next time has come.” A lusting thunder creeps. A wave for wave in this destruction is home. Without a prayer, I pray, we dying men will meet, a miraculous thing to see. A miraculous thing to see.~Krissy

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