Standing in a dreamlike place

I heard a voice, without a face ask - apparently of me - ``Choose which you would rather see in this world of perfidy: A bringing-down? A casting-out? Or a marvelous turn-about?''

A voice within addressed me thus: and mine, I knew, the awesome choice.

A foe destroyed? Or foe to share such grace as I, one midnight hour (brought to my knees in black despair)

knew only as

Something

Someone

there!

Keeping in unlost touch with me.

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