Light’s eye / sky-hung /
boundless eyelashes,
prisms …
mountains leap high
into thunderstorms / lightning
feeds the starving dark.
Let there be …
At dawn we wake, climbing
daylight / to be witness,
to be human
inside this vent-hole we’ve
named: Life: Suffering:
when light spills
gulp it down
ten-million times more
until you sparkle
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