What should I say
when night ignites
your question?
You ask me
again and again
and patiently wait for my
answer,
but I don't understand.
How does the faithful moon
ascend, transcend
night's fatal space
with love's perfect,
forgiving grace?
To your dull-witted child
oh, give your sweet breath,
and my answer I'll shout,
my joyful
'yes! '
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