You could sit there in Dresden during the war
With the sky alight with fire and fever and sea for miles and
Understand it all: the art, the death, the beautiful (fucking
Beautiful) all beautiful from the center, looking out the
Spokes to each acquaintance,
Each body,
Each self speaking in Tongues,
Babel in triplicate, cagey and reproachful and beautiful.

It's Beautiful

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