last Spring as Notre Dame burned
I felt the world coming apart in my hands
as if it were a pomegranate bursting with stars
and this was its stain in space and a garnet Infinity
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God collecting up all our tears in crystal bottles he understands our emotion and gives us beauty of reality. This poem is interestingly penned.