Like a small lamp
On a dark night,
Is a rare joy
In a bleak text
Worth more, more true,
For being rare
And small against
Its dark context?
The Fool in Lear,
Is he truly
Sweet, on that heath?
Sometimes it seems
Like the small joke
In a grim plot
Is the darkest.
Still, you’ll keep it.
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