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Out of my darkness I gathered blossoms of starlight Arranged them in his shoe He said: I am undeserving He had been overcome by defeat Burning biting his regrets.  I went back to my room, seeing death in every crevice.  I lay in the rain rising  from the ground; Stretched my feet Plunged my teeth, in the torn dream, Waited for the explosion of the crack: The Second Coming.