The Wide Dark



Party of brittle colours

Buzz without business,

Confuse and confound;

For I am bred of shadows,

Come from shadows:

Spark-of-purpose fuse,

Dark in thought and deed,

Yearning for the

Frost-fever hunt,

When hot-pulses run

Against the tides-of-season.

Those urgent edges of

The Life-chase,

The lust-race

That consumes us all.

Take me there!

Take me there now!

Recognise me not?

I am surprised but not,

 For I am

The Wide Dark within

Your very Light.

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