outside in.

hearing a whisking tip-toe
far-off
transforms my weakened state
into think again
squeezing tightly a flame that
wrestles my
inside's darkened purple hues
and rather than being scorched,
a polishing continues more
and more along the shadowy lines
that i play upon
hoping to wonder strong upon a truth
i already know outside
in.


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