light

at distance beautifully awe
the distance to shortsighted so
intimacy to long-ted
more
more or less awfully
nevertheless door,
open the door...


you may have a right,
but i have own hymn.
so utter and no need to fight
as in front is girl of mushroom tea

no interest in me,
no fear to light
on and off
on upon me
as in front is girl of mushroom tea

aspire to lose,
no hurry to seek,
rake over old ashes,
you mindfulless prig.


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