The New Man #poem #poetry #amwriting

 

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The New Man

On a green hill, a
Tall spire

Scoured with wire
Brushes. The new

Man, Chronos,
Circles, supplicates.

How direct
The path,

But how steep.
To gain entry

He must forge
Stars at the apex

And admitted,
extinguish the stars

One by one.

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