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Growth

August 8, 2011

Darkness resides in gold-lined pockets.

Peace exuding from crevices

Flares and sparks making lines and angles

Some for following one day

But for now

Darkness summons;

Warning me of tumult beyond,

Beyond pockets of gold and rivulets.

Warning me of air only breathable

When nothing can be seen.

Darkness spins a lullaby.

A song so loud and clear

A melody I want in me,

Pervading soul’s respite.

Darkness curves around my shape

Seeping to quiet my ears

Opening my eyes to see

That unclear before.

Certain entities grow in the dark;

I happen to be one.

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