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Clear eminence without whom I would be
nothing oh great provision never seen
barely acknowledged even wished away
without thinking
you in whose immeasurable presence
the darkness itself comes to be itself
and light recalls its colors and each sound
comes echoing
your undertone I have forgotten when
I first woke into knowing you were there
before words ever reached me but that time
under your wing
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