Blinding Borealis

 

And

yet you

show so well.

Against the

northern lights. Of the

borealis of darkness. Or is

that lightness, par tale?

Layers

upon layers

shimmer. Dance in

their own moonlight.

Sing the praises of men

~ nay. Only to highlight

fascinations.

Be fret ~

this mess is too

enduring. I would

hope that you could

find some better time than

to analyze. Scrutinize the

ways of modern man.

And yet to dwell upon the riches of this land.

Why don’t you gently take my hand?

To sail upon immortal grace.

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