This is for my love. This is the fifth of her birthdays we've spent together. It may not be high art, but it's meant.
impossible to contemplate
a thousand days without you
a century ago
the million hours
passed in the dark
uncountable dark
when I say you are a miracle
I mean you are the sun,
I mean you are
impossible to contemplate,
I mean you are the sun
impossible to contemplate
the dawn without you
or centuries, or hours
or anything,
even the dark
when I say you are the sun
I mean you are a miracle,
the centuries, the hours,
the miracle of light,
impossible to contemplate
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