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A darkness in the north. We form a square, me in the south, my loves at east and west. But straight across from me, there's no one there: Elijah's place at Pesach, with no guest. My light's not bright enough to penetrate this darkness, or to make it go away. So till I can embrace it, I must wait, and find the mirror empty every day. Ah, tender soul who stumbled through that spot, You weren't ready. How could you have known the hopes and fears that hung upon the place? I thought that I had left you enough space. Perhaps it wasn't. Sometimes all we're shown of what we seek, is what we see it's not. for Tom Visalia October 9, 1998