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The Black Christ & Other Poems/Nothing Endures

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Nothing Endures
NOTHING endures,Not even love,Though the warm heart purrsOf the length thereof.
Though beauty wax,Yet shall it wane;Time lays a taxOn the subtlest brain.
Let the blood riot,Give it its will;It shall grow quiet,It shall grow still.
Nirvana gapesFor all things given;Nothing escapes,Love not even.