Elusive fables and charms

Sail from the evening sun

In burning volleys

Tinged with gold

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They are the ill-fated phantoms  

That arc out of reach  

Bragging of a new life

As they fall into the earth

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They are the passages of the lost

Falling to be reclaimed,

I tear them up from their rest

When I am heartsick and frail  

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They are the few flickering scraps

Of the miracles of youth

Still scalding to the touch

After screaming through the ether