Lustrous, rainy, incandescent;
glowing like an apple on the hill
where once lived Ganymede,
transcendent like a modal scale,
an afterworld, come somewhere from
before --
Strange and hopeless, only dreaming;
burnished in the way we clean up thoughts
that reach their Terminus,
abjectly as we craw back into
afterthoughts, come somewhere from
before --
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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