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These nights, these nights,
The soul’s limitations;


Everything cramped—
Too large for spaces.

I'm fearful
Of the lamps’ oases,

Obliterating
Our magic places.


A giant eraser
Used with caution
Could exorcise
The mind’s concoctions,

What's left
Would be sufficient,
To push back darkness
Create some distance—

To be opaque
Decode my rebus,
In looking-glass letters,
Divulge my secrets.

For I am tired
Of living covert,

Remaining a quiet,
Brooding lover,
With secrets darker
Than the moon’s penumbra.



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