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The Woman alone

Standing in water

While night surrounds.

The currents pass beneath her dress—

She cradles her love in her arms—

The one that dies,

The one for whom no one cries.

"Let me hold the hand of my love one more night."

"You'll never return the same"

Isn't this the beauty that you bring?

Then, "Let me see the sigh of your grace tonight

Without the complexity of sorrow in between."

A mother alone

Standing in water

While night surrounds.

As currents pass beneath her dress,

She cradles death in her arms

Sin: -it is death in infancy-

: It is death

: It is death preborn