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Illumination illudes in brief sojourn

It pangs with menace, yet menace no less

To grow or dwindle in fullness of time

Its presence I welcome, yet oblige

Hands pass faces in constellation

Like evening mist – my old friend

Blurs stars dripping in atmosphere

To come alive and scribe austere

And once again my strength returns

Cold air fills lungs in debt

This abacination

Discomfort I beget