in the book I am blossoming again
as if I could see through words as through a
transparent green pear coloured;
on the inside I am gold and flecked in a radiance
not quite glimpsed on earth
can I wonder so as if this expanse were mine
this realm of pages dusted with a strange sugar snow
that I have come to know then to forget and
recognize again
in the book I am blossoming
as though I will never end
and I know that this is so
beyond any radiance not quite found on earth...
mary angela douglas 14 august 2021
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