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Prayer: A Poem

Lord of anxiety and small troubles, Lord of desolate mornings, I have insulted the wind and sun; forgive me. Lord of defensive motionlessness, I have slighted the…

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Darkest Site: A Poem

Darkest Site, in whom zero light appears, Swallowing all quanta into yourself, Even the hard devotion of peering Eyes that record and measure and weigh all Of…

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