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(that life is more than
there in the dark
the shape of your face
a shadow) full of gr.a.ce.
speaks softly to me as i see
the rain melt off the window
silently, your breathing conceives
(in to sleep's delightful season
life passes me by
in this bed
watching earth crying
(at every death
and every evil sickness
overwhelming, mind of fullness
my souls gasps
feel small)
the light only knows what darkness thinks
and it puts it to utter shame
in the vastness of its name
there in the middle of the contrasts
in the stillness)
i am in awe and wonderment
fear and discontent
stuck in this feeling of being out of context
as you continue breathing
i am barely seeing
(that life is more than
