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Oct 2022
Prelude of light
The sublimation hour

In this ruined house
Before meaning comes

(The world is full of
Abandoned meanings)

A slight grip, a gentle hold
And the trembling of glass

Circles of privacy
To shine, to hide, to cross

From the only window
Burning sanctuary
Heaven come crashing
The thicket is no sacred grove:

A chronicle of early failures
But within reach
Of future mistakes

Even the darkness has arms

Carlo C Gomez
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Carlo C Gomez  50/M/The Exclusion Zone
(50/M/The Exclusion Zone)   
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