Book of Hours
Yourself and light, being both mortal, have much in common.
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In the sky tumbling overhead threaded on stars you encounter another emptiness, that is not yours.
Evening leant too far from the top-floor window and fell.
Now the sky puts on its hat and at last it is dark. The same darkness grows in drawers and cabinets, at the back of your throat.
Open your eyes to the morning.