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THE APOCRYPHA OF WILLIAM O'SHAUNESSY: BOOK II, XX
At the front of our house is dawn
and the mist of the sea that enters our valley.

On tree-branches
the cold dawn-smoke rests:

notes from invisible birds
give the dead back their sleep.


~o~


Stumbling out to watch the dawn
I forget I am lonely.
Two million suns
have still
left room for me.


~o~


The most remote land
is present on my balcony
at dawn.


(from The Green Book of Ebtesum)