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2023

What we really wanted to say remained folded inside

We are forever folding into the night

Only this was real, as big and whole as breathing

My own private night in the morning of the day

I took more truth than I ever gave

Blunted by a permanent awareness of loss

The fear I had so carefully forgotten

Rumors of light

This time merciful nature saved us from ourselves

Perhaps tomorrow. Tomorrow came and went.

All night things passed in the dark