'In the Last Light'


from the ground
the ceiling looks so much wider

from the ground
its cracks seem much finer

all the rooms have surrendered
the paint peels -

minute flags, off-white surrender;
the paint peels -

eggshells of heavy-footed plunder...
yet I remain

revelation, fall free
on this soul that has been bound

revelation fall, free
release this pretender from the ground






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