When every touch mesmerizes,
(surfaces forever gleaming
in the rays of one's projections)
do not take the dark samsara
emanating from life's tragedies
for the alluring cloak of night's mystery.
For, although one is given
and the other chosen,
(which is which being your jurisdiction)
that would build pleasure
upon another's pain.
Refrain from judging rage
against the dying of the light
too harshly,
with its gauche angling
like awkward adolescent limbs.
Rejoicing in one's moments
(those homespun webs of significance)
delights all
if you can cease to
insinuate
victory.
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