Twilight
... A star seems
to slip secretly
over the mountain.
A river sings
a new song of never-before
and always.
You look into the eye
of a deer and see
the whole forest,
a star on each tree.
It could be morning.
It could be night.
The push is over.
At last
you remember
whose you are.
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