And I will say once again that darkness
Is persistent and gives way only
With great reluctance
In small spots as if to delay
And discourage
This I know for I have sojourned
Like Bartemanus a blind man
In plutonic gloom so dense
Light does not travel
Or penetrate its reaches
I have waited a lifetime
For one spark or shimmer
A lone glimmer a glint or gleam and
I will continue to call out
A voice from the darkness
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