Such a small light glows
Grows larger and lessens
Like a firefly wavering.
Something to follow
In the halo of a glass
In the romance of a night
In the half-life of summer.

I raise this glass, my hand,
My eyes to you
To your great grayness
To the infinity
Of your parting clouds
Making evening of day.

From a grain of sand
To extinction
Everything of beauty succumbs.

One hand, then another,
I raise both hands
My empty hands to you.
The prayer
One for birth, one for death,
It is the mass of a novice.

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