Yet Again
We wait without the world within
Will turn about forget to spin
Until at last a light appears to shine
When all is past a night that nears divine
Both infinite and passing like a thought set free
Indefinite releasing that which was may be
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2026-04-03 at 01:24
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