TO SEE BY
My shoes have begged the road to stop, but
nothing has come of that; I am still unimpeded
as I trip along my way. The ginger-envelope of
courage I cast off as I go leaves me in a weaker
and weaker display of myself. Every house I pass
has inner lights inside, glowing; while I myself
am dull, and dark, and sullied. I once was true,
now I am not. This is the way it is for me.
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Fandom, singular kingdoms, reverence halls,
vigil ladies, light a candle for me, oh please,
light a candle for me.
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