"and imagination
and the dark hug of time,
sweetness
and tangibility,
"to be understood,
to be more than pure light
that burns
where no one is --
"so it enters us --
in the morning
shines from brute comfort
like a stitch of lightning;
"and at night
lights up the deep and wondrous
drownings of the body
like a star."
-Mary Oliver
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