In The Night
Soft as darkness wrapped in light
Infinite dying molten diamonds
Drawn into finest wires
Forests burning in the Night
Confessing to
Compressing too
Small to exist
An alchemist
Invisible hand of stirs
An uncanny lake whirlpool stars
Circling slow as twilight water
Thumbnail pearl crescent moon
Dissolved like a pale pill
Wrapped in breathless tongues
Mute with mysteries exposed
Like a movie in a dream where
A door stays open while closed
By diamonds
Dying molten Infinite light
Wrapped in darkness soft as
Forests burning in the Night
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2024-05-25 at 01:06
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