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There's No Grace
RKS (31 December 1950 / Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh, India)

There's No Grace

Dusk is doomed

when I shovel light

in darkness

fail to live

the intensity

of prayer

moistened eyes

draw me near divine

for a while

soul is light

and flowers and wings

furl in moon

but soon pain

overwhelms my space

and tears swell

fingers feel

decaying fireflies

in lamplight

voice turns blue

I scare my vision

there's no grace

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