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 The Sea's Wash In The Hollow Of The Heart... by Denise Levertov 
						Turn from that road's beguiling ease; returnto your hunger's turret. Enter, climb the stair
 chill with disuse, where the croaking toad of time
 regards from shimmering eyes your slow ascent
 and the drip, drip, of darkness glimmers on the stone
 to show you how your longing waits alone.
 What alchemy shines from under that shut door,
 spinning out gold from the hollow of the heart?
 
 Enter the turret of your love, and lie
 close in the arms of the sea; let in new suns
 that beat and echo in the mind like sounds
 risen from sunken cities lost to fear;
 let in the light that answers your desire
 awakening at midnight with the fire,
 until its magic burns the wavering sea
 and flames carress the windows of your tower.
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