passage;

surround me with
flecks and specks
of gold.

may they capture
the light that has
always been in me.

my spectrum
and the invisible.

the hunted
and the haunted.

i look at the sun,
but i am inside.

i think about how
it will set,
below the horizon.

if my eyes could
move and fold
with the skyline,
i would follow it.


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