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So bright, the shining light,

etching images into stone.

Into the colder recesses, 

reaching.

The searing beauty,

where love fixes weight

upon my mantle.

Crying

'Hallelujah!'

Crying at the immensity

of beauty.

Crying where the words lost meaning.

So bright, the shining light,

my atoms lose cohesion,

my truth is left

in shadow.

 

 

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allets's picture

"...the words lost meaning...

nice line! ~S~