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When your eyes
Pause on the ball
That hangs on the third branch from a star
You remember why it is dark and why it can't light again
The earth like the heart slows in it's seat
And like that it travels along an elliptical path
Drawn in the darkness
Unpolished pearl in sky-black palm of hands
Flickering sun-flame
That you yourself you are a light-bearer (a light bearer)
Receives her radicance from others
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