This morning it's arctic.
Last night I dreamed two nightmares.
Fears I thought I resolved
Tell realities to which I have reconcile again.
The name; the things you hesitated to mention
And then omitted to mention at all.
And, again, I stand, evidence in hand,
Finding excuses for these unnamed things.
When you come to court me, I know
Your guilded facts
Come, in my hands
To be
My guilt.
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