by shaun lawton
Within this articulated droplet the kingdom of light, Infusoria, remains captured
like the hologram of an oasis, or a dream within a crystal ball hung suspended
not yet ready to fall or be shed but the collective memory of our fortress of light hopefully prepared to accommodate all that is archived in the matrix of its heart. Faintly luminescent out in the desert night high up in the mountains
reflecting a suspended interval in time
swollen with cascading possibilities
swarming for a storm to be delivered
heralding the presence of arrival
like a spiritual awakening
out in the desert at night
After having tasted a single drop of
that dark elixir of thorns
one gets prepared for anything
to materialize into the norm
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