Clarity 2
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Clarity emerges slowly these days,
Yet when it comes, after many prayers,
It is bathed in a halo of silence.
It heals plagued red wounds of inner violence.
And it helps me piece together fragments;
That are scattered out in all directions.
O then I can wrest the innocent
From dark experience and dreadful visions!
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