Oct 2022
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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
~
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
~
