the sword of a soothing look
cuts loose the meteor of affection
*
joy withers
in a moment of crisp
bright, brittle
understanding
frissoned with threads of doubt
of sight and senses
but the heart knows
what is meant
and will not concede to
willful self
deceit
*
three heartbeats worth of relief
hope restored
there is light
no comet flashing
stark against the void
but an ancient fire
kindled by the first of flames
alive, living
knowing, known.
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