How Darkness Can Be Light in Disguise

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there have been kinder years
than the last.
mine eyes once had questions,
of gracious things—they once asked. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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the views from the valley,
wearied my gaze. 
but i've heard of a finale,
that will redeem all our sad days. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
a year of dark parcels,
tied up in bows. 
a year of stark partials,
dried out in no's. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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alas, alas!
these pupils regain,
a mass, a mass
of grace in the mundane. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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the darkness was just,
treasure in disguise.
i fought & i fussed,
the dark that wanted to put back the light in my eyes.