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A more what sun pierced its way through?
Holes Along this terrible shelter
Who as it stood kept off wide world
From breaching me I sat colourless and dry
Yet tame and happy to be annulled
From the marriage of grief
Only ever suspended above me
This shelter is shutting out leaves now
Harmless things that dangle and patter
For all these years I only remember reading
Open plains of rain and light;
It may take this certain death to prove
An endless, immaterial spirit moved
Through the thinking speakers here.
I know, if at all, we can prove this last transition