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In The Long Shadow of Loss born after midnight
witnessing the first time
when sunrise swallowed the stars,
was this newborn mortified?
when sunset drowned in the sea,
was revenge found sweet?
in evening after, when twinkles returned,
till next sunlight burst up out of it's grave,
was this newborn's first instruction,
that death is temporary?
but never to be chased,
nor hastened to a close,
let the height of day
get not kyphosis too young
let the dusks and dawns
take their merry time moving on
and never, ever
to be talked over
that moment when even time stops
as the candle wick goes
and, one by one, up in the heavens
little votive candles
light up
a tiny infant, once
this little boy's long grown now
watching emerging starlight
honor your memory,
in this cherishable temporary
