only the narrow
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only the narrow
only the narrow only the deep only the route by which virgins keep lamps lighted and their wicketh trimmed oil enough to see the dimlighted grin floating in spheres upon a lightless sea suspended as lanterns, lids wide, eyes deep we rise pressed, pressed by breath from the earth oil, our fire, eyes, our rebirth. walk, walk, like the wind on the sea, You, our only respite, eyes fixed on thee.