What of that ancient [[heaven]]ly dynamo
and how you [[burn]]ed, angel-head,
for a whole [[life]]time,
or learnt to paint the [[truth]] of [[space]]
for another?

The best minds are always broken,
for [[nothing]] can contain this memory.

Yet still, [[mercy]];
and somehow this fool [[remember]]s
the three magi
with their many mirrors for each
the [[real]] [[holy]] laughter hidden in
each meaningless choice made
meaningful by the simple magic of