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Standing in a dreamlike place

I heard a voice, without a face ask - apparently of me - ``Choose which you would rather see in this world of perfidy: A bringing-down? A casting-out? Or a marvelous turn-about?''

A voice within addressed me thus: and mine, I knew, the awesome choice.

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A foe destroyed? Or foe to share such grace as I, one midnight hour (brought to my knees in black despair)

knew only as




Keeping in unlost touch with me.

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