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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