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My screams have pierced
The silken, nigrescent night
To reach another dawn,
Another hidden miracle.
The organization of
Doubt and redoubt,
Singling out the yes
From no. I do not presume.
My screams have pierced
The lucid, perspicuous day:
The rocks reflected the clouds
And tripped their passing shadows.
They echoed from the sun
And the mountain sang.