luminescence. Inebriated, I yearn to singe my wings in its
blazing fringes and burn all the way to my soul until nothing
of me remains in this world.
I fly hither and thither trying to gather all the light while
braving the lurking shadows that I fear could sink my flight.
So are stories lit and burned- a flash of fire, a dash of dust.
All we do is falter, flutter and fly across flickers of light that
hide dark voids.
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