Yours is the voice
that raises me up,
that rescues me
from the hands
that clutch me
in the stairways
of my dreams,
that saves me from
the jaws that bite.

Yours is the hand
that moves the pieces
on my checkerboard
of day and night.

Yours is the beauty
that strips the scales
from my eyes,
then blinds me
with light.

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