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The night is soot -- up to the sky, and smoke -- down to the earth.
The night is soot up to my eyes, and smoke down to my throat,
I'm cold and I am trembling.
I'm lost in the collapsed and burnt to ashes day of glow,
In shadows.
Miserere.
The light is dew -- down to the earth, and dew -- up to the sky.
The light is dew down to my threat, and dew up to my eyes –
The thicker are the shadows
To bury me in fissures torn by the rampage of night,
In remnants.
Miserere.
I need your dew up to my eyes, your dew down to my feet.
I need your eyes to take my remnants in, your lock of lips --
To hold myself together,
The shelter of your thighs -- to hide me, warm me -- to redeem --
To save me.
Miserere.
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