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Maybe I stay awake to write.
Maybe I write to stay awake.
Whatever it is
I hear the darkness
Tickle the belly of
The morning
Hoping
He’ll cry Mercy!
Mercy!
Why the dark
Every night?
Why the cold bed
And feet?
Still,
The snow
Reminds of God’s purity,
Of His unfailing devotion
To keeping us alive
Until
The night is
Complete.
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