From a smudge
A half hidden spot of
Pale light that did less to
Illumine the darkness
Than give proof
To just how
Dark it was.
I waited for my soul
To blister
A half hidden spot of
Pale light that did less to
Illumine the darkness
Than give proof
To just how
Dark it was.
To blister
in the light of
that smudge
that reflected -
barely -
in the tatters of
skittering clouds,
high above
silvered pavement
and drifting snow.
I waited for my soul
to blister
for my skin
to spark.
I wait for fire to
fill me
and move me
in the pale and
simmering light
of smudged darkness.
I wait for
proof,
was flooded
with doubt.
Still I dance in smudged
darkness, on silvered
pavement and drifting
snow. I wait,
dancing.
to blister
for my skin
to spark.
I wait for fire to
fill me
and move me
in the pale and
simmering light
of smudged darkness.
I wait for
proof,
was flooded
with doubt.
Still I dance in smudged
darkness, on silvered
pavement and drifting
snow. I wait,
dancing.
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