Taste for Light

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I'm so hungry

A fridgeful        a cupboardful

Opening doors        closing them again

Rumbling continues


Bright edges call 

Wavering gestures

Draw out fisheyes

Tantalized quicksilver


No place to hide

Planes merge once more

Inner universe collapses

Upon itself      bardo coalesces


Perhaps candle flame's

All I'll need in the New World

That and my best nature

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