Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Flor-essence

I see a reflection of the sky.
Who's to say
tis not but a gateway
In some reality, funneling the day's life
into appropriated sublime
I see a reflection of the sky.
An artifice. STOP!
A light is still a light

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