I sing
of the beauty of Athens
without its slaves
Of a
world free
of kings and queens
and other remnants
of an
arbitrary past
Of earth
with no
sharp north
or deep
south
without blind curtains
or iron walls
Of the end
of
warlords and armories
and prisons of hate and fear
Of deserts
treeing
and fruiting
after the quickening rains
Of the sun
radiating
ignorance
and stars informing
nights of unknowing
I sing
of a world reshaped
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