These are my holy days
when dark spirits inundate
the mystic forest
and urge me with purling song
into empty waters.
But I’ll stop my descent
Into somnolent night.
I see a new way to fight
this terminal pain.
Looking into your eyes
at last I confess
your brighter path
and joyfully say,
Yes!
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