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Thus the promethean spark returns
To its dismantled fount

In pitchblende orchards grew the holy fruit
Sweet atom fissioned in its foetal center
To fate's twin death-birth

High frequency of wrath
Has made rock run like oil
Steel boil to vapor

Atomic deity
Bombard my heart at will
With neutrons of your truth
Transform my eyes to yellow nitric stars
I secretly accept with wisdom of the dove
My death and resurrection