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for the briefest moment of clarity

between rising from dreams and falling into

there breathed an hour of severity

where in the dark i found a way through

by whatever light that guided me

beyond the blackened travail of pain

i rose aright decidedly

and strode on through the rain

when the tempest stirred in anger

to prepare its reprimand

i vowed to resist that desperate stranger

and dared again to stand

then came the cold of winter

the tear that stained my cheek

that no further hope may enter

and fear be all i seek

many in number the hours i sorrowed

dragging in length the lonely day

but all the joy that time has borrowed

makes for joy time must repay

perfect is that timing gentle

not even a second too late

so i will sit for a while little

for all the while is worth all the wait