As light falls
On everywhere...
Like tiny spots of luminance
On small times passing by
In multiple forms...
As cars...
Motorcycles as if speed racers...
Joys fill me hearty
As if lights tiny they bring
Satiety
Of their own...
Luminous they same only brief
As times are brief...
Replicating the Big...
The Eternal...
The Constant Luminous...
The Holiest...
The Bless...
Saturday, August 3, 2013
As light lits the evening like a bliss...
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