Gleaming, Sun, Demon, One
Gleaming Tones
on an unconquered
Sun.
Seeing myself
down the Demon hole.
Shimmering fractions
spun on a silver
coin.
And seeing the
reflections
bounce off the
unwanted One.
Copyright © Kris Lund | Year Posted 2014
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