in a cloud of fuchsia smoke
the lost lamp's answer and its antidote
the last words beryl and beckoning
life is long without wishes;
will he wait
not that far from the caves
though he thinks there's still a long way
to go
through centuries.
sand blows in his eyes
he thinks it is stars
its just the way you are I think
the way you would be
even if you were lost at sea
mary angela douglas 23 september 2019
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