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day begins at night

keep the burn ablaze
make for me a place –
I will come to home
and breathe
of all I know
in this
and each beginning –
each returning to reveal
of ways we thought
were learning us
keep the fire
say my name
into each misty morn
write my soul
to cedar –
to pages of your own
keep my place
as love becomes
a memory of futures cast
real as dreams
we prayed aloud –
into the sweet

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