no. 71

of light in the dark, no. 4

wind bathes the sky in sound

there is a rent in heaven’s fabric

where grey storm clouds, once woven

now at the mercy of that lion’s roar

escape their weft and warp

the sun’s ray a celestial needle

deftly repairing the hole

and flowers turn their heads

to marvel at the sight

(written 22 april 2018)

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hupsutupsu

when writing, i am at my most preoccupied with the intricate workings of the world.

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