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∴

and in the dark,

when i stumbled
and snuffed out lights
in spite
and chide at myself
for not being light enough,
alone,

You were there.

 

and in the dream,
where i felt love
as how it is impossibly had,

You were again.

 

and in the early morning, now,
when night drawn shapes
diffuse their towering terror
by the diffused light of dawn,

You are here,

 

growing globe of day –

of day –

leaving only one star
in the indigo sky
to remember
the deep
and learning night by.

∴

 

 

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