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Oh, fruit of light!

Swell with love!

Ripen with sadness!

Sweeten juices – dreams!

And let your fragrant thoughts

be honeyed dew

upon your tender skin!

Your taste I do adore!

… This whisper was

the mighty voice of light.

I soaked its masterful behest

with words that creep like ivy –

here

in the shadow

of the vines

afore the coming day of vintage.