Light
With the precision of
a tart lemon, in the mouth,
the incision of truth resided
just between north and south with
the suns light trimmed, dimmed and
gone.
Hence, the darkness wrapped us
in the blanket of night
-pierced only by the
hope of distant starlight
-guiding us now faintly forward.
Do we have a future, you and I?
This I queried to the lord.
He answered such that we might try.
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