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I am beginning to see you
because I have stopped to open my
eyes
how often was I stumbling
fair is the morning and
fair is the night
no more wailing
i stood at the door a long
time weeping
and then wrote down the misery of
all that had been
how with pen and paper
to describe this life
everytime i try it melts
away like manna
i love you
i would
describe
you do inscribe such
sacred things in me
and silence me




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now, at last i love you
and maybe even a little myself
now i begin to touch you and
can't tell anyone else
i whisper it
i know it
i knead it
you feed me,and touch me with such care
and where we are going
i cannot say