I abandoned my high song
and fell into the place
I always occupied
but now accepting it
now at home in my bittersweet
and clownish remorse
for my foolishness
oh how good to walk the twilight
and watch the fading olive light
and everyone walking after their day's tasks
without some theory about the divine
how good to walk the night alone as when I was young
and again see the world as if for the first time....
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