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I left the windows open
So the curtains billowed slightly
And the nightly zephyrs circled through the room.
I slept; and in my dreams
I felt a fundamental longing
That god's immortal presence
Would come gently to the company
Of my own mortal form
And give his kiss all physical to me.
I yearned for this occurence
And I left the windows open
And I kept myself uncovered while I slept.