Vesper tinkle
In twilight prayers,
Tears fortified
Have lost your name
In muted silence,
Hemlock cupped
Lips mumble
My last puff,
I prostrate thy feet
Beggar I am
Circling skies,
Searching thy hinterland
I am not of You
Neither you to me,
I wriggle my lost providence
Reposing all faith
I ache thy form,
Sluicing my sin
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