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The eye is the window to the/Old night./The sky’s soul is big/The screen is the old screen/We have given our loss.

 

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In the morning, we held light, like the precarity of insects.

We used souls but not as the window to the eye.

We lost blackness; we wept.

For nine years we slept, and we did not sleep.

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