154 Today remain in the shadow -- let me imagine The maze of your body, the riddle of face, Creating you from my dark to rid me of menace, To heal me of malady making me deaf. I need to bind in my mind the lines of your image To heal me of malady making me blind. I need to write in my ears your melody ceasing, To heal me of malady making me numb.







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