FridayII September

It is what it is.

Lighting the way,
Slivers of silver torch light.
Piecing together shadows in the darkness.
Making corners walls.
Pointing out signs,
Marking new maps.
Shortening distances.
Translating lingos,
Lending words to the eyes.

Stories told in body's hum and rhyme.
Puzzling riddles,
Created to mystify.
Clearing cluttered corners,
Stuffing newspaper to the holes,
Blowing cobwebs from the stove.
Setting the free free.
Breaking bars.
Cracking chains.
To float from here to dancing spheres.
To lie easy as trust in infinity.
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