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unable to look

with eyes closed

unseen is a gleam in the corner of 
her eyes

one on the corporal

and one on the spiritual

 it is a weakness to feel
having something to do with living and dying

even if that something be in the infinite

of waiting

like the ying and yang adorn

for each emotion
above

the passing light espies
and climbs the slight

to twilights place

rhythmic in transition

with silken grace

light to darkness
together pleading

the next to fade

as the full moon rises

pale light scatters on your soul

passions substance
it suspends all experience

sweeping in the wake

like a God gazed across

and grasped

those ghostly beams

yield to each and reach over softly

upon the sight

that the night unlocked

the pace

is delicate

and somewhere
she will sleep...

 bare and prepared

willing...oh so willing... she will finally share

her dreams