February 26

Come, let them whisper into your ears the drum
beat of the wishers who seeks none but the sweet,
succulent twists of your wires, to perish, spent

near the end of you, heirs to the sphere,
nose piqued on the piers of your seas, throes
of your waves and whirs, rising to love,
mirth, spires and finally, birth.

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