Image by Bruno from Pixabay “Even this late it happens, the coming of love, the coming of light.” Mark Strand The ClarityIn the beginningthere was lightuntil,as seems to follow,it loses itself in a faint simulacrumthe tragedy of antinomian darkness,always the falling starnever the pinnacle of the tree,here I amever seekinggradations of the luminous in placeswhere light has retreated by theheart…
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