The well trod path,
or one into dark wood,
one beckons, the other
Challenges. Welcome,
the sounds of wild things,
the always on, the seething
intimations of life wilding
unforseens, the only space
for Miracles.
Emerging. It appears.
Strike my Phosphorescent.
Matchstick flare in the depths
to Light. Oronos officiates tricks,
shenanigans
or whatever we call it these days,
fun and games.
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