Core of Lightness

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dreaming my life the crevice in an ancient vault widens

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empty rooms anchored in a mirage of blue bells

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between distance and closeness the language of birds

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lighthouse leaving a hole of illumination

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stone angels sweet oblivion dripping from their lips

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as a blank slate I stagger and fall into the white sun

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(Otoliths #34)