Happens after the night
Wrestling with the dark
With what knows who
Wrestling the place
Wrestling the time
Wrestling to matter
Wrestling until dawn
Calls shadow home
The light and the dark
That never fight about it
And sometime a sacred wound
Jacob to Israel
Displaced and un-named
One other into a thing
Happens after a night
Wrestling
With what knows who
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