A Light Glows

 

 

 

 

A small light glows in the square.

The square is one face of a large, dark cube.

The cube reclines on an obsidian platform

    within a busy thoroughfare

as I walk briskly by in my business suit on a 

    windy Monday morning.

And a small flame burns in my heart.

And my heart is a chamber described by desire.

And my wish is enfolded in the vastness of space.

And my mind wanders to a secret smile

    roaming freely in warm green meadows.

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