Darkness is falling through darkness
Falling from ledge
There is a man whose body is perfectly whole.
He stands the storm behind him
And the grass blades are leaping in the wind.
Darkness is gathered in folds
About his feet.
He is no one.
When we see
Him we grow calm
And sail on into the tunnels of joyful death.
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