Sunday, November 16, 2025

Dark Sunday Light

 If I don’t care about sides

I’ll see what’s in front of me 


Light a candle in the wind

Flicker, flow, grow, blow out 

Earth always the sextant. 

I said this to myself: 

Begin unburdening now, 

And when the 

Clearing lightens, 

Your wings are stronger. 


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