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Tomorrow
Yes, yes I forgive you. I reach, eyes closed, for your naked paws; for are you not faithful? Like a dog you wait and I bless you now for your patience. Mother comes out of you, father to, and my son makes a cradle for me with his elegant fingers. Many backward facing faces lead me to our surrender - I to the undercroft and unknowable clouds, and you to these steps I have carved into my ancestral backbones where time has climbed its hand-made ladder. Yes, I see you now, you are no longer mist or miasma, but clear of eye as an infant, for yes, you are a mirror. Let me not die this night, and if it must be night let it be your tomorrow night. Soon I must pass into that looking-glass where all is birthed, even death and all that I have known will be recorded there, and all that I have forgot will be remembered. I will not call you: future, present or past, If I so thought, or did so call then there would be no womb for me in the ever ripening cosmos of that which has yet to be yet.
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