The light goes out- the eyes still blaze in afterglow
And peace of night descends. The heart misgives itself, lets loose its load
As if therein was meaning. The mouth speaks a word which is no word
Not pure, profane, nor loud or quiet
Yet drifting like the shadow of a great smoke. A silence
Profounder than clamour hushes, prudently, an unheard sigh.
The heart's load, let loose, seems set forevermore
Frozen invisibly, poised, a figure dead eyes welcome
And embryos recognise in the womb.
A darkness of no name sinks kindly on the breast
And heart of no beginning and no end
In secrecy responds.
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