Arduous and luminous morning
When the new moon we never see
Slipped from its lair to stand
Directly in front of the sun
A full black disk haloed
With radiant fire as if
The darkness of the past
Was trying yet again to overwhelm
All the future's light
And though the finches keep on singing
Through the minutes of muted light
We couldn't help but feel
This was the sign and seal
Of some momentous new beginning
In the biography of the light
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