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

           Where: 

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

           Yet: 

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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