The presence rolling through again
clears the shelves and shuts down shops.
Friend of the soul, enemy of the soul,
why do you want mine?
Bring tribute from the village.
But the village is gone in your flood.
That cleared site is what I want.
Live in the opening where there is no door
to hide behind. Be your absence.
In that state everything is essential.
The rest of this must be said in silence
because of the enormous difference
between light and the words
that try to say light.
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