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Wil Kavi

Broken comfort

To my father

I came to bless you
with the mystery,
and shine my light on you.
 
I did not know
you could not risk the light,
nor dare the mystery.
 
As you were so long frozen
in the broken comfort
of your endless night.

(2013)

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