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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 |