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Dear Lost One

(Sunday, March the 10th, 1985, a spontaneous abortion after 32 days)

Dear lost one

Wherever you may be, in clouds

Or in the gaps of earth

We cannot know or tell but reach you

Too sorry to wet with tears the startled air

Which is your home.

From blood and darkness and that dawn

Please hear us, little one,

For you could never hear

And who you are we cannot know or say,

But in your home of air

Where guilt and blame support you,

In the most innocent tumult of the clouds

We cry to you, although we cannot

Know or see or hear…

Source

(from “The Light Of Day (I)”)

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