beneath this lantern
we counted the shades of black.
there were so many
and light was too narrow
all shadows and barbs
and a lifetime spent
waiting
to thrive,
a moth creating delusions
of bright, winging toward them -
toward self
asserted
if this is all there is
then grab it now ...
and now
it is difficult
to pass
if this is all there is ...







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