Friday, July 26, 2013

The All Is Our Guiding Torch

Embers fly from the upended lamp. Its brazier is splayed in woven convergence. In every direction the molten wood burn a luminous blue licks of singed blazes.


Because there
are different webs
of values you can appreciate,
in the religion, galactic clusters
reduce the appeal of the dithering bow.

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