awakened on the cusp
the very crust of night
the moon and the sun
both present in the sky;
the concave light
of my inward reflexion
awakening the clapper
long silent in the bell;
emerging out into the glow
from my bomb-sheltered mind
a mole basks in sunlight
as the piper plays a tune;
nascent present participles
spring flowers in bloom
a glimmering cacophony
racing to unfold;
this un-retracted symphony
this perfect pitch epiphany
a diaphonic harmony
wrapped in unfettered timpani
as with pyroclastic majesty
the valley of the shadows
floods with light from the peaks
and un-elapsed brilliance
ends a long age of grief…
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