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Make a hole in the black of that heavenly curtain
to allow some solarity's fugitive glow
spill on you a resemblance of dim and uncertain
link between the two nothings, above and below.
Through the rest, with so many a hassle of the day,
you will often forget about stealing the fire,
disillusioned, distrustful of hope and desire
and reluctant to wake up the blaze of dismay.
On the edge of the next as invincible night,
for a deserted stage, false and silently solid,
bate your breath, take your courage, put wisdom aside.
Call it love if you wish. If you're ever to call it.
~ 2006
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