I have beheld the moon eclipse the sun
but I am no blinder in my blindness.  

My headlong plunge in the pain-lacquered well,
my ecstatic leap through the flames of silence,  

couldn’t kill the self-devouring mare,
this sickness giving suck to desire.  

Yet I prayed hope was more than wax and wings
and soared beyond faith, even though I fell.

Leo Yankevich

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