Just happened as I listened
No words
A hardly audible buzz from without
Tones of fog
And then there shines an old light
No bright rays, a familiar gleam on the rutted surface
Words bubble
Meanings appear in multiple layers
A quick rince of the senses
Clogged pores open
Numb parts heat up
Past frostbites feel undoubtedly
alive. Who sent this?
I trust and love
And still it feels light,
Colossally.
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