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rebirth is the new breath as time shunned the complexes of a pernicious plague & sombre chaos. the earth/grew/ into solidarity after grief gawped requiems into the soil /myringas/ sacred buffs— no longer hid in silence & cloistered sanctums welcome god again/ little kids/ no longer glare on screen at the cadaverous & stern faces of trite tutors. the drunkard's filthy feet —could trail its path to the tattered tarvern & vodka remains an unholy communion at dusk/ lovebirds shared their covert brown bed & lust gripped the sheet again— after a dreadful year /anguish is no longer a diurnal cliché— in the taut tongue of our weary world yet, we still crawl at the shore of griefs & ruins of the past