There is a world evolving inside you;
A new world which this world is yet to see.
It is evolving in a water-pot in a closet,
A kind of closet that begets light.
When the uneasing wind tosses you,
Know that that world is complete,
Hanging on the slopy steep of Time,
Circling coyly, ready to roll out
From the closet into your arms
With its own light, to lighten your heart
When darkness descends betw'n you and your bed.
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