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How lightly can you tread it, borrowed
earth, how long rest on reeds and water
the birds and trees between their covers
the firewood laboured, worked-up, the whole place
coming on as if concocted? Implements shine
like a consoling fiction; self-sufficiencies of rain
of the light at the end of the lane
drift through you then fall to nothing
all you can learn is to leave them alone.

All you can learn is to lean on the gable
and watch the lake call out to the sun
all you can do
is stand back and listen to the darkness come.

So stand back. Listen. Let the darkness come.

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