~ The dark insects of delight
circle ever closer to the flame.
Closer to the midnight-wrapped elegance
of this star-flamed, bone-lit night…


In a child’s eye,
a flaming oracle pales —
Convincing disbelief.


Little by little the wind,
little the light, the wild…
Akin the ancient nerve,
Akin to the visceral instincts,
again we begin.

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