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Pathetic bright-dark, crawling with history. Leave it to the angels to judge me.  Gunfire In the distance, I keep my houselights on During the day.  No absence of memory, Please, I am only just getting started.  It Is precisely the moment to which you “adhere,” Drawing the wounds on a faded photograph. You say your deepest powers only come Once in a lifetime, you say that we blink Over ourselves.  The limit of anywhere is To forgive, and the classic metaphor for Effort stumbles at a grave.  I am looking for you Always.  This is the very moment of stepping Outside and being thrown into a glare of light.