Rushlight Poems - Poems about Rushlight

...Candles have been lit in a room of seventy-two my yoga mat is weaved from recycled flexi-jute I am a wisp of silence in this doctrine old and new seated in my soul, I am rendered mute ......

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...Bated young as if moth, our rushlight engrossing as inferno, to minds untaught of hell. As hell itself to learned folk, cursed with mystic beginnings, drowned deep within their well. Before......

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