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a jealous moon, a name upon my lips, acceptance, all I know, and still, becoming me, life, love, seeing in the dark, wisdom
when from our dreams
wisdom comes
life to empty shelves
a blessing to the seeker
with want
for something else
leather cords
and parchment sleeves
are poor disguise for truth
when given place –
a willing page or two
purpose bound to story
has suffered long the pen
as lifetimes passed
with will to wake
again
who for this
was meaning sought
line by precious line
what sweet desire
awaited us
this time
. . .
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