String from wrist and limb ascends
In Heaven's greatest jest,
Thread of steel, but threadbare still,
Gleaming from afar;
Distance hides perpetual rust,
Everlasting red from red from centuries shorn,
Years long since reclaimed,
The scarlet rusts like rain in spring,
Snow in winter,
Snow untamed,
The scarlet rusts like rain.
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