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Jessica

My child, hear me:
It is late now for make-believe;
Deluges are driven by harsh winds against us,
and it is bitter cold.
We are as desperate men
floundering and frozen
among stinging drifts of snow,
And there is no warmth in self-deception.
...The days when the wind blew soft are gone,
...and clouds are low'ring grey.
Come, Beloved
and let us pretend;
Not as innocent children, unaware and
unafraid,
-Rather as a desperate man
lost upon the sea,
deceiving himself with visions
of succor and hope:
...The sun still blushes in rosy dawn,
...and laughs throughout the day.

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