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About This Poem
The Naming Light
I see silhouettes in the naming light,
Looking over concourses of time,
Winged comrades muddied by the day.
Through whose hue have we seen the great truth?
Which banner are you holding now?
There are silhouettes in the naming light!
Such a sight, oh love,
Such a sight.
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