Nighttime Lanterns

I am lit up so
Nighttime lanterns flowing
past me
They are every so forgiving
of this
which for them I am

You walk with
such grace
Gently filling
Fervent to avoid
my face
which is horrid
in this epoch season

Lozenge on
my tongue
Gritty rasp in which
my words
are hung
I long to speak
that which
be sung, but You
are still in earshot

You run the
round these parts
But this
is my domain
and still
A single void
yet to be filled
My rapid, beating heart

The lanterns
have returned
with Ample time to
tend the burn
It was your job, until
I learned
I’m unused Soil
in your pot


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