An Invitation to Light
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| (Vessel No. 2 (open version) by Jason Leith - found here) |
of light?—light pulled
to its listless terminus, a rope
grown heavy with reaching. Take,
for instance, the third and fourth folds
of mountain: how they pale
like lips bruised blue with need
of breath; how, from my distant seat
behind this window, these peaks lose
laurels and pines, rivers and vines:
courageous greens that never feared
to be so gray.
And what of your window?—where
the light fails me entirely, where
you read these lines
despite this failing. Friend:
let us tie each frayed photon
into a new, far-reaching braid.
Light needs such quiet, gentle work.
~Benjamin Cutler
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