çracked inside heavens
light comes from the earth….
Beckett claimed it was extinguished
“though I never saw it lit”…….
U my dear r living proof
that language is silent
things can be heard from miles away
touched in the hour of decay
awakened
within the roots of a winters tree
ur whispers enlighten me…….
sustaining enough warmth
to hold till spring.
felt
with the resonance of a lightening storm
Å flash on a camera
quick.
yet.
held forever upon
†hé
paper that is my soul…….
~çå†
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