i keep promising writing and i haven't delivered...
but i keep reading awesome poets and falling in love with them all over again.
From Rilke's Book of Hours
I, 11
You, darkness, of whom I am born--
I love you more than the flame
that limits the world
to the circle it illumines
and excludes all the rest.
But the dark embraces everything:
shapes and shadows, creatures and me,
people, nations--just as they are.
It lets me imagine
a great presence stirring beside me.
I believe in the night.
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