No overwhelming shadow, no thick night
can obscure your essence; no hard rain
nor whirling tempest occulting the light
of the Sun can hide you. In the lanes
and alleys you're more obvious than beating
drums and hearts. I can't begin to explain
your ubiquity: you're underneath my feet
and in my lungs as air. The birds cry
into the morning from above the streets
that hold your name. No thundercloud may try
to dissolve your image which the height
of heaven discloses. You're infinite sky
and indefinite meaning. I look to the right
and left and perceive you despite the night.
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