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Redress the days of grief

I awake to find my loss diminished

And better breath

With no stone upon my sternum

Hallowed place I dare not tread

Nor tarry in my gaze

I weaken from those days of plenty

When I knew not what I had

Doors ajar no longer

My mind remeasured and cut

New borders to exlude

I see only straight ahead

And bear on with nothing new