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Ova is standing / alone in the garden / The high -- skies / have come gently upon her / and all their / steadfast light is shining out of her / She is conscious / not through her body / but through space / This saint's -- prize / this / indissoluble bliss / to be carried like a forgetfullness / into the long nightmare