Addict to Tears Shed

I'm an addict to tears shed
for the beholding of a work of
exquisite beauty;
by virtue of its well-fitted place
in the cosmos;
the imperfect perfection of human effort;
the light so easily accepted every morning.
I wish for no more time wasted...

I know I have seen you before;
I know I have beheld your face,
I feel your mysterious dreams;

In folding these cards I step aback into
the foray of these alternate realities,
with their bizarre logic;
and I wish to stay.


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