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The lamp was immanent
In the room and all
The room partaking of it.
He leant across the bed
And drew the coverlet
Over the boy and with
A hand evened it out
And drew away the hair
From his face and the
Lamp was immanent also
In the two dark dioramas
Of the room projected in
The boy's eyes. A founding
Light out of that distance.

He drew the boy up to
Him and he said to him
I can love you because
I love myself, child.