Put out the light
These timid touches mask intent
and though the dagger may fall
the kill is complete.
Coming into the bosom of death
is an art worth retrieving
from the hunger of the soul.
What wild dog is this
that bays at the door of light
protecting an impassable realm
void of sentience?
Dawn breaks in the finger tips
rolls down the spine
delighting in tender awareness.
Sun shines out of eyes
facing East that cannot look away
but reveal the hidden will
of one who has seen
the passing of love
and the coming of truth.
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