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Andrew Wyeth Enters Heaven, II 

Let there be light
not for the sake

of light itself
earth and stone

as light catchers
dissolving flesh

melting landscapes
oxidized in blood

but for those light
has ceased to touch

the sun adrift
in a fever dream

a battlefield
seen through

a gray window
by a bald man

with yellow eyes—
Let there be light

not for the sake
of light itself

the created world
as light-catcher

let light call forth
the dead

as stones
in our orchards

breakers
along our shore

as waves
breaking against

our nakedness
on a summer day

as what commands
light because

it wounds us
with its brilliance

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