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EPHEMERAL LIGHT
It oozes through the darkened streets
it scares up fires beneath
where death meets
beating the death mark
it marches on
resistant
to strains
eagerly awaiting
a birth point
a grey eyed christening grey
a mutable note
in a landing to quiet tones
nearer to a resurrection point
keeping safe its wonderful light
a night time bed time story
crisp in the making
of a flat lined
smarmy smirk
to detailed
login points
a banishing ecstasy squirm
to battalions quirky
a seeping soft eerie light
moving in soft lulling tones
capturing a sordid smirk
it ends up in a detailed
foundry of
petals in the making
the walk about splash
I share not my self composed
stammering sure footedness
not to open my doorway
for a moments glance
at the wavering minion
pronounced avatars of
punctured flesh
searing to a streambed
full of nails
I wonderfully arise
in hushed hushed tones
a stab in the dark
to by turning
turning
leads down an alleyway
of only loneliness
wavering at the ephemeral light
I shiver inside out
de capitulating oncoming tempests
sold out in streambeds
worrisome sordid flesh
peaking the sense of isolation
a breastfed interwoven senility
spattering up in wavy realizations
the oncoming irreparable
settlements
a careening over heated coals
only some dare to walk over
into this breath and space
and time
the idiocracy of the tainted
mime
dash dash dashing away
in the pitiable child's
reaching grasp
it's coy touting
damaged in your eyes
clawing out its danger points
to the washed away
oncoming ephemeral light
a backlash tapestry of
ingrown befuddling
hackneyed to a stammering
simmering bubbling
the worsened iconoclast
burning itself into
your seething grin
I'm supposed to stand naked
abreast of a determinant
ban
to the smoldering heights
looming in an unforgettable
distance
and the queer strain jeering
boasting of the ephemeral light
I watch the jaws
of a subtly sensed hell
open and close
as I risk passage over
the deterring waters
maddening in the teeth
of an angels parody
glean and need into
a woven discontent
as showers and streams
of greed scratch to the bone
across clean glass
a graven image
in times past
the brutal nay saying
and smug reassurance
collapse the stout teacher
breathing the tone of ephemeral light