(an author's private haunt)

Diaspora

inside green, slanted, fold

the brightness slivered

dimension-able bottomless tower

bold candles of life swim

waterless buoyed by pre-life

half-sphere, post-past

a muted singer, undeveloped

shuffle planned…

as it goes, or beforehand?

a secret unknown, how?

a mark invisible, why?

a space existing soon, when?

the analog of candlelight

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