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Knowing you, fewest words will do. Erect and spare your presence here: As if through a door left ajar Had entered without announced intent Such a lance of light to pierce our room -- Gingerly lit by wax and oil -- As only could come, blanching white, From some vast source (not sun, not moon) Found, and now tapped out there -- out there -- In a yawning night: braved by you.

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