to the spark from far

Standard

necrotic suns
burn in a sprawl
eat the shadows of coincidence
cast over valleys in dreary thirst

abrasive sands
flicker in illumination
bite in thorny contagion

branches of lighting pain
tears deep down
the chunk in sleep

wakes up to a dream
calls of constant flash
“lamp in skinny browns
glows in an orange fluorescence”

starts the pending
miles of journey
yet for once

fountainous salt
soaks the soul
in long wanders

white raindrops coagulate
spread out in a full fall
-bits of the massive piece
now, feel peace of its rapid blinks

–never ever a sleep, this one

again, here comes the spark
soul welder in the hearts

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