the light-house

moonless, starless, solid
darkness
of the air and the ground
and water, all flooded
by the blackest, eyeless, mouthless, nameless

evil.

I need to cuddle up to the light.
let it be mine,
let it hurt my eyes,
consolamentum I am paralyzed
with, for the very first time.



2025-26


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