Gifts

The gifts received

were never sent

they grew within the source

of what they meant

 

I live within a feast

of air and time

where no one knows

the falling of my climb

 

shadows dance on rusted walls

to celebrate the names

of flickering images

in lines of candle flames

 

when the inner sky has cracked

and the light implodes

I’ll know the beginning

and the loving end of roads

 

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