Indirect Sight
To see God in a fly.
Coffee.
A dimming cigarette.
To put him together from single notes.
Words.
To see God in plain,
yet make him shine.
Like one of those stars
he lit himself.
Copyright © Danka Sikorska | Year Posted 2020
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