Through the darkness she feels her way along the wall.
She's gone out in search of the glowing hook.
Some paces ago she suffered a nasty fall.
She can hardly recall what she read in that book
from which yesterday there was much to draw.
And the memory haunts her of that other grief
that set in back when she first took hold of the law,
sullying every newly won belief.
Eventually she finds it, fixed to its spot,
as clear as it might have been in the light of day,
standing precariously on a dot.
There it beckons - a beacon in the bare blackness.
Is she lost for good or has she just gone astray?
If it doesn't provide direct access,
it might indicate, at least, a way to a way.
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