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Where there's light seeping through,
Where I traced rivers,
Where I left the night,
When I absolved the dark.
Long repose, concealed truce
Wait for the return of time:
To flood interstices,
To divide spaces,
To contemplate dimensions.
Along obscure paths,
Just like darkened words,
I won't be a prisoner of the landscape.