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RE: Rest from the Rational [Day 82]
These lines really stood out for me:
For longings unrequited,
Strains and snatches of bird-whispers,
Behind indiscretions of closed lids.
In ever-increasing absurdity
As one nears the gates of slumber
From respite celestial.
O precious Dissolution!
Even the merest glance
Of your billowing robe
Grants me peace unsurpassed.