Posted on August 12, 2016 by Nik
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Syzygy

poetry – I mean,
who fucking has time for poetry?
but,

 

there is a moment
when the light hits you
and you don’t feel
separate

 

a radiance obliterating
every atom and
 purpose

 

as you stand
basking, blissful, desolate

 

at the edge
of the world
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