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sweptintobliss

but for sleep
which proffers not
the evidence of tears
morning comes
the worried soul to save
angels fall
remembering
another even tide
as blue beneath
a robin’s wing
is brushed into the light
beyond the reach
of shadows
dreamed awake by some
go
while I will let you
– stay this memory
of times
I loved you longer
than the night

. . .