In the deepest space
A nova is torn
The fire is set
A baby is born.
In a haunted house
A spirit is sworn
The guard the baby
Until the morn.
In an unclean room,
Surrounded by toys.
He is carried off,
To proper girl and boys.
In a dark dorm,
Fist clinched tight.
This is not the life for him,
He will win this fight.
In the souless ground,
Flowers are placed near
A grave that belong to him
The man they loved dear.
In the deepest space,
A nova is torn.
The first is now set,
But the baby is never born.
END
Aristides S. Adams
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