Fog is not an enemy: too much
of pain and grief can be cast off within
a blurry night to hate the hiding mist.
Turning your face from starlight is no sin:
what greater reminder that you are alive
than a cold, hurried, bracing breath?
What greater blessing than to shun a world
made for laughter, madness, and for death?
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