Any of my work or is it all lost
The vast canvas of a day with her
She was passing through the world
And now the world passes through her
As happens to the so-called dead
Who go on living all around us
Doing whatever they can
To ameliorate our disabilities
Once having seen the sleeping god
Only silence will save us
But who can keep the secret
Thus the world is full
Of beauty and mad creatures
Who say they know what love is
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