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Somewhere, up there, shines a life. Attempt ascension. The shadows snicker. Steps scream in protest. Am arrested by an empty embrace. "Where are you going?" the hinderer asks. "Don't know," I confess. Encirclement slips. "Do you love me still?" "I did and still do. But crave you? I can't," slips my tender rant. Shake off shadow. Back upwards. Back outwards. Back into bright fortune or dazzling doom to suffer strange sunsets and numinous moons.