Day 223: O

∴

o
my soul,
for what do you ache?
for whom do you seek
that the noise is so loud
in silence?

o
my heart
for what do you long?
for whom do you think
could quench
such thirst?

o
my skin
for what do you wait?
for whom do you burn
in smokey,
smoldered
pause?

o
wax

o
wick

o
sculpted
stick

 

ignite,
and light

and fill
every
o

with
restored
and
sating
sight.

∴

 

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