I see no bright glowing white
no feathered spirits chase away Night
rather, divinity is a soft haze
a murky periwinkle, intense pastel
that lasts a few seconds
or a mere twenty four days
divinity is meanings in rocks and stones
and being a good person
is being courteous to fairies and gnomes
I see a mix of light and dark
subdued explosion - the mist
Somehow I was chosen- by fate gently kiss't
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Mine is but a flicker
from the corner of my eye
a faint twinkle
that appears when need be
that pinches my sense of awe
invites me to write
when nothing else suffices
abhors it when I ignore
its static nudge
a force of fatigue
that pushes me into darkness
but I fondle the pitch of it
scratch hard
the surface of light
because seeing
always leads to believing
and to believe
is to achieve
even when misconceived
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