The influx of light comes from within the light
blink
and one might miss it altogether
or mistake it for the light that was always there
'cause how can your mind be aware
of what it didn't register
It may feel like an incursion
aghast submersion
this combustion of your inner eye
allow
golden light surrendering
receiving a piece of the real thing
live with me this life
I.A.m
Art by: Roxanne Monsanto
(my favorite artist)
"Stone Trees''
(Namibia)
" The sky is falling. I am learning to dance with it " - John Lurie
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