first light's dim glow
on the tree, but not at dawn,
stead world
drawn, fore-sun,
forest flame,
o see an
origin of colour. pale fools
gold moon this dewish start-
led look in my eye, 'nd lux
ligh morns never dusked ( no promise
of enlightenment I have justly stolen
the metaphor ( will whisper
the voice that makes
not but lights watts
in the nothing
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