If every earthly body earns its trip into the dark,
then I would like to be there with you
when you turn your face away from the light
and say what you will say to the darkness--
perhaps prepared, perhaps words you never thought
you would say--and I would like to be the one
leaning down and whispering into your ear,
into the last scrap of you that can hear me,
words you never heard in this life, from yourself or
from the wind or from another, I would like to say
you are doing fine, you are doing this perfectly.
--Joseph Fasano
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