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So Be It
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In my heart I hold a tattered faith
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That in the vast abandon there is not a darkness,
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I do not know the shape of such a simple prayer,
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But still I grasp it,
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Found-less and threadbare.
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Impossibly altered,
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Beyond ashes, beyond sight,
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Worlds tumbled over worlds,
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Time fused and mangled,
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The warped and splintered light gone green and silver,
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Tangled in the lost hymn of stars,
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Past the ends of the uncharted night.
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I grow older,
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My coat worn at the shoulder,
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Still I am lifted up by my slender threads,
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I can still breathe, still live,
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To think there is a place where love will come again.
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14 Feb 18


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