I cannot face you
how could I permit
early moon
to such a happy sun
I do not reflect you though
when I see you wane
all my darkness turn good
for hiding bright pain
and so, how long could you burn
how long can I stand, float
sadness on bright tides
pillar adrift
on you
on hope
forgive my pitch and yaw
I do hold fast in my own way
and may the tide truly will?
she too rolls of day
to one of breadth
to one of depth
who moves
sun and moon
and pillar by tide and tears
well swept of daily dread
by night
and by noon
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