Will you try, o sun

Before setting
Sun paused
At the corner
And asked
Will you try
Still
To illuminate
The dark
Corners in somebody’s conscience
Who can’t keep track
Of why
She let so much darkness
In
The sanctum Santorum
Of her inner temple
In the first place

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