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The Living Light

Where will this light go? Some who claim to know See its presence dim-- A wisp of cosmic whim-- A flicker made complete in afterglow. Why was this light made? To complement the shade? Did schism at the source Give the dark its force? What whole could luminescence have betrayed? Yet burning lights could be, Within the mystery, An ember in the dark, A needed bearings mark. More or less than this makes it unfree.

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