I was taken to a place where
I could stand inside the sky
and watch the lights at evening
assemble in atonement
over Gotham,
and they came in tiny billions
through the heavens
- from the north and from the
west and from the east -
points of lustre sparkling
in their multitudes,
bearing signs and
bearing wisdom for the feast,
and they flashed as fish in water,
tinged with grace and
touched with power,
and fell in shimmering currents
upon a billion hands below.
There was sound
within the silence
and heat within the void
and light - so bright it was
unbroken - poured like lava
through Manhattan to the sea.
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