Small Fantasia: Light Years
A soft light, God’s idleness
warms the skin of the lake.
Impeachable, thought-changing
light in the mind of the leaves.
What is terrifying about happiness?
Happiness. The water does not move.
God’s idleness is everywhere
in the October and November
inlet, where the leaves sleep far
from the married corpses,
bound by a pure, inexplicable love.
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