Lord Light

24. Poetry, Art, Stories
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… ° Lord Light!
(how I long for sleep tonight…)

That is so, my Lord,
A poem flowing smooth and true…
Do not somehow misconstrue,
…And sink in thought the whole way through…

With one step taken in its place,
Thought spun in play within its space.

      ` Hocus
                 Pocus                  'but

what’ Focus!

     'how in silence he slipped away...'

Intriguing, Lord Light,
How I long for sleep tonight.
Lord Light slowly starts to grin,
Upon the clouds, he grows so bored within.

  'What I desire to do, you see...

Do not look at me so strangely,
Is to live in peace eternally,
Even when chaos becomes orderly.’

"Thought is frenetic.

Still,
You become
Magnetic,

The sky ties itself to paper easily
And out of sound you invoke Poetry.

So it is, Lord Light!
Inspiration is divine.
Through dialogue, the two align…
From two
into One
they combine.

“Young Lord, how gallant and bright…
The sky cleared in an instant of light!”

             '...Upon the horizon, quietly they fade...
         ...And heavy nights gently fall asleep in the shade...'
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Beautifully whimsical, it evokes the Little Prince vibes.

Sey :pray:

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This illumination,
 Is merely a calibration,
  Which, in a rhythm sweet and slow,
    Opens the nerves and lets them flow.

 °
•
  §
      ° Higgledy-Piggledy

   a
      weeee,
             anxiety...
                    all alone as she can be
      And Consciousness, ever since she too was wee.

                  They’d pass from a dream straight into bliss...
    - “Have I told you this?” -
    
    They fell into place by the feel of it all.
                And Common Sense sensed Sensibility’s call...
                   As Man binds himself to Mankind, after all.

                      or even me, when I feel death loom...
             ...back in my world-renowned bedroom.


      The science of Feeling cannot be taught.
    It can’t be taught, because it is not,

 It isn’t,
Nor will it be,
 And it won’t even come to be.

   so what?

You just blaze it to the end
         ____________________ my good friend.

With one step taken where we stand,

                                we burn
                      the curtain, hand in hand.
                      The Narrator was Narrated

                                Through

                                flame!

                           Cheers to the game!
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