a tangible curve, bends into view
a feint lash lingers in darkness
dimmed cages parallel bars
sunlit shadows at the break of day
a stream of light grips and tugs
splitting the futility of begone terror
into speckled dust neatly swept away
arise in splendor anew
arise in ribbons and bows
the sun arose this morning
unblurred by flailing horizons
a long dead flame
reborn
by ritt