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poem submitted to 1448 "Newly Posted Poem" poetry contest, Brian Strand, sponsor, February 28, 2026.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The mind is a moth trapped between window and lamp~ beating its wings against the glass but never quite reaching the light. Some days, it’s a candle snuffed by the slightest breath, only to flare again when no one is watching. Other times, it’s a projector spooling broken film~ faces without names, names without faces, scenes that dissolve. And in the dark, when the body is still, it becomes a switchboard of crossed wires~ static hissing, connections missed, a voice on the line that never quite says what you thought it would. But sometimes, just sometimes~ it is the spark that catches the tinder, the thought that burns clean through the night.
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