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Lighthouse Into The Long Bay [II]
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for many years now, i have watched this miracle as if from a distance, shining out then shining out then shining out [...] like a little lighthouse into the long bay, where the oceans are stormy and tempestuous, the broken window glass [...] may have been made from a gull suddenly lost, or thrown by wind and gone off course, or perhaps from an old ghost [...] or torn off curtains from within, a solem wanderer, who took turns within the shadows cast by the light, shining out [...] then shining out, simply as transparent mist on some dim lit staircase leading to the top, the bright keeps shining [...] and turning and shining out then shining out, the crews of ships sought the way in, although there was none [...] but by magic alone, the best one might do under such unnatural conditions, is to plant a new garden at the base of the structure [...] on the edge of the cliff face, for when the daylight did break, as it must come after enduring rain, shining [...] out then shining, into the long bay where it is so bright, that all but the shoreline of the moment has washed away |
