30.01.2017 г., 21:23 ч.

The Light Given 

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flying now erratic circles
I'm the moth who didn't flee
glutinous tongue of careless wind
caught me in a single lick
pulling inexorably into the opening
through the lid ajar I went
above the window sill
and straight into the eyes
of a room clad in light
it's turning warm to hot as I orbit closer
and closer still to the ceiling deity
I came in from the wide open void ...

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