To pray to ourselves
as if to a god or goddess
that kind of reverence
due benevolence
wherever it happens
and in the morning crowded
with dew and forgiveness
the deft alertness
of the light
spun from ourselves
into the darkness behind the things
clicks forward
to the midnight sun
sung by June Christy
not Julie Christie.
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