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Lento --- 2024 December 30
"Alone is an addiction for Agoraphobics," ... by The Poet
Fireplace, beg a question; spark fuels naught?
Tired face lit the embers that awaken,
iron mace walled, beyond, fox and bears fraught.
My birthplace well-hushed that quiet sneak-in.
Contented engraved on my face, falsely,
consent and circumstance, hunger and thirst,
extent and measure, fed and quenched shortly,
ingested fully well, blessed, and naught cursed.
Accordingly, dawn swaps late noon's plum skies,
rewardingly, I stepped outside to pause,
awarding me sunsets that soothe my eyes.
Artistry; that the dusk paints when it draws.
Twilight ascends, sunlight lost, moonlight found.
Finite embers dim, alert eyes remained,
my sight sees, the fire's out, I'm bedroom bound.
Divine light flits fears, embrace Grace proclaimed.
Copyright © Hilo Poet | Year Posted 2024
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