Light`s patterns freeze: Frost on our faces. Light`s pollen sifts Through the lids of our eyes… Light sinks and rusts In water; is broken By glass… rests On deserted dust. Light lies like torn Paper in corners: A rock-pool`s pledge Of the sea`s return. Light, wrenched at the edges By wind, looks down At itself in wrinkled Mirrors from bridges. Light thinly unweaves Itself through darkness Like foam`s unknotting Strings in waves… Now light is again Accumulated Swords against us… Now it is gone.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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