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Shallow Dark
In the shallow dark
Confessing emptiness
To the emptiness
Afraid
That my life has meaning;
For then my sins
have meaning
My good
Has meaning, and who
Carrying the weight
Wouldn't rather choose
The stillness of a tree
Surrendered perfectly
To life's slow law?