A Poem: “Light tightly grips”

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Light tightly grips the frayed, crusted rope.

Tugs lightly prick the rent hands that grope.

 

Alone, a lone canine stalks bonds built of trust.

Though windows, glassy pictures, paint kingdoms of lust.

 

What value does a sun feel while stars line its sight?

Not knowing luna mirrors its partner at night?

 

Recognize resonance, vibrating strength,

Echoing energy, manifest length,

 

Incarnate attraction, perspective of view,

Imagined appearance, extensions of you.

 

I stowed the best, eyes towed the rest.

My words are powers, my worlds are ours.

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