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We two are left: / I with small grace reveal / distaste and bitterness; / you with small patience / take my hands; / though effortless, / you scald their weight / as a bowl, lined with embers, / wherein droop / great petals of white rose, / forced by the heat / too soon to break.
We two are left: / as a blank wall, the world, / earth and the men who talk, / saying their space of life / is good and gracious, / with eyes blank / as that blank surface / their ignorance mistakes / for final shelter / and a resting-place.
We two remain: / yet by what miracle, / searching within the tangles of my brain, / I ask again, / have we two met within / this maze of dedal paths / in-wound mid grievous stone, / where once I stood alone?