All night it says the same word to the dark:here, here, here.Not come. Not safe. Just here —
the way a mother leaves a hall light onnot to call you homebut so that if you came, you'd know the way.
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Imre Horvath10 October 2026
Here, here, here — I taught that poem's whole argument for thirty years without ever finding a line this clean for it.