one time more, my love, the net of light extinguishes
work, wheels, flames, boredoms and farewells,
the moon alone in the midst of its clear page
the room acquires the slowness of gold,
until we are only the one dark space
one drop in the flow of a vast slow river.
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excerpted and reassembled phrases from
"one time more, my love, the net of light extinguishes"
pablo neruda
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