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Ancestral Mornings Dawn's blindfolds interrupted Young women in azure gowns Who played dark flutes Near night's windows. This sun mocked Vermeer's widow's hands, Ridiculed the debts of bread. Dawn's light, a black decay Of broken mouths. Dark blood of an evil God Encroached golden night, Destroyed warm moons. As always, the hyacinth's hair Yielded secret life To the malevolent clouds. The Dead shook off stillness, The beauty of childhood, Became the corpses of the living.