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Though life becomes a want or desire, I sit beside an unlit fire

Cast my doubt on rancid thought, cover my insipid thought

Waste and want the fire and rain, powerless to change my pain

With light and salt, luster and luminence - they make me new, again, again

Yes, salt the wound and open blister that which I cannot deliver

I fail again to listen lightly, again, again --- no night in nightly

Dash of bliss and muster strength to power my conditional phrase

The likes of which I cannot bear, the likes of which I so despair

Feel my light and know my somber, lifting, wanting, slumber stuper longer, longer

We carry, we want, though for naught, taking, spanning supple pain displeasing

Lift my warry spirit higher, dash me down beneath the fire

I give, I give, again, again --- I fail to listen, listen lend