what relief


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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