and for his head a sapphire crown
They took him up in a net of jewels.
Like a chandelier rising to the ceiling
they incrusted him with light
and lifted his body
to heaven.
this is the time, they sang, this is the appointed hour
and a silver wand reached down
and made of him a gossamer thing,
a diaphanous boy
skating on the glassy seas of glory
his molten heart
hot and furious,
drumming up
the choir with
hallelujahs.
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