January 5, 2014 § Leave a comment

the ethereal shine
does not reflect
but speaks to the ink
surrounding its edge
such a beam of bright
in a sea
of space.

a moment of gazing
at the globe
resting above
seems to take away breaths
of doubt
from those below

even after it rises or sets or rises
its magic
its glow
a beacon
of belief


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