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Light of the World
A swinging chair rocks against the grey horizon;
Creaking iron echoes into the distance.
A lone, softly lit outline glows like a Christmas light;
Delicate like a fiber-optic sparkle as a witness
To the power of the small,
To the power of the flecks,
That may not know that they are anything to behold yet,
But someday they will be in the spotlight of the blue planet.
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Comment by mark thomas prisco on February 8, 2012 at 10:36 -
the rhythm changes in:
Delicate like a fiber-optic sparkle as a witness
To the power of the small,
To the power of the flecks,
That may not know that they are anything to behold yet,
I like a lot, and work well.
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