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in that black subterranean castle // of unobservable mysteries—roots and sealed seeds
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and still / the light reaches us, falls
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It could have been any gate, any moment when things go
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not this raw
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it’s the scent of satellites
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this moment—what is it—just
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How high that highest candle lights the dark.
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She goes on thinking something
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The light already felt like fall,
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Now I’m responsible