[something about under, something about hand]

John Fry

could you, would you still have chosen.

not that world, or all possible, but this —

pockmarked, peacock agate’s eye.

dear, I say, solder sings it true.

said God: not everything’s stained or glass.

— isn’t a moth always wending, always toward.

(if no light in the world but the)

later, litany’s morning, noon, night, wilderness I believe in.

earthshine’s wafer & wine.

I think — that there — is light.

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